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Pope of trash John Waters will return to direct­ing with an adap­ta­tion of his own novel

06 Oct 2022

Words by Charles Bramesco

Elderly man in red jacket and sunglasses, hands clasped in prayer position.
Elderly man in red jacket and sunglasses, hands clasped in prayer position.
Liar­mouth: A Feel-Bad Romance marks Waters’ first time behind the cam­era in 18 years.

Any­thing is pos­si­ble, as we’ve learned from this year in movies; Todd Field, David Cro­nen­berg, David O. Rus­sell, and Sarah Pol­ley all emerged from long hia­tus­es with the new fea­tures many nev­er thought would come. And now, an even longer-dor­mant mas­ter of the form has announced that he will return to grace us with his genius once more, a real­i­ty that many had accept­ed as a beau­ti­ful dream nev­er to be realized.

This could refer only to the Pope of Trash him­self, John Waters (the lead inter­view of our recent Pink Flamin­gos issue), who gave Dead­line the seis­mic exclu­sive that he’s set­tling back into the director’s chair after eigh­teen long years. He’ll adapt his own nov­el Liar­mouth: A Feel-Bad Romance for his grand rein­tro­duc­tion, with the bul­letin includ­ing a state­ment that he hopes to spread the dement­ed joy” that is his sig­na­ture to movie­go­ers around the world.

The recent­ly pub­lished book chron­i­cles the mis­ad­ven­tures of one Mar­sha Sprin­kle, an all-around flim-flam artist liv­ing life on the lam like so many of Waters’ past imper­iled anti­heroines. The includ­ed syn­op­sis paints a vivid pic­ture: Dogs and chil­dren hate her. Her own fam­i­ly wants her dead. She’s smart, she’s des­per­ate, she’s dis­turbed, and she’s on the run with a big chip on her shoul­der. They call her Liarmouth―until one insane man makes her tell the truth.”

As he gears up for pro­duc­tion on his sur­prise come­back, Waters will enter a world much changed since 2004. An inter­net-besot­ted cul­ture has a more cor­dial rela­tion­ship to cult cin­e­ma and in par­tic­u­lar his oeu­vre, still con­sid­ered a wacko nov­el­ty act as he made his last film and more wide­ly under­stood as bad-taste vir­tu­os­i­ty today. A gen­er­a­tion of actors wor­ship­ping at his altar of gross-out gags would line up for a chance to be in one, though this rais­es the ques­tion of which name-brand stars wouldn’t scan as unnat­ur­al in a film by John Waters.

How­ev­er things shake out, this rep­re­sents a vic­to­ry for sick­os, per­verts, skeeze­balls, trench­coat mas­tur­ba­tors, and assort­ed degen­er­ates every­where. As goes the par­lance of our time, YESHA HA HA… YES!”

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