Divine chases fame all the way from high school to the electric chair -- a mock tabloid tragedy by John Waters. "Give us something twisted, give us something warped," the fashion photographer's entreaty to Divine, as she madly shakes her walrus-like body, might well be the motto of the entire show. The forced, overstressed acting of Waters's troupe gives the thing some of the falseness and lifelessness of a TV sitcom. But bits of it really are funny: for example, Divine's long-anticipated nightclub act (she begins by bouncing on a trampoline and tearing a phone book in half). Funniest line: as the bandages are slowly unwrapped from Divine's acid-scarred face, one of the impatient onlookers gushes, "It's just like an art opening!" Unhappily, Waters's anemic color and arthritic camera don't quite attain the proper level of tawdriness -- they're just amateur tawdry. (1975) — Duncan Shepherd
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