Just when you think you've seen it all, filmmaker John Waters comes along and wakes you up with Pink Flamingos: probably the most famous example of "Bad Taste Cinema" ever. John Waters was reportedly high when he wrote this hilariously disgusting ode to the Filthiest People Alive. This film includes a singing anus, chicken sex, an egg-obsessed obese snaggletooth in a crib, and perhaps most memorable of all, cinema's first consumption of dog feces by a transvestite. Hoo-boy, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. I love John Waters' boldness to push against the boundries of taste. This movie is shocking today, I can scarcely imagine what people must have thought about it in 1972. The movie is completely amateurish by Hollywood standards, but we aren't in Hollywood here, boys and girls. This film is so perverse and bizarre, most viewers won't be able to bear it. If you're brave however, there is a lot to like here.