“Kill everyone now. Condone first-degree murder. Advocate cannibalism. Eat shit. Filth is my politics, filth is my life.” Should one try to vindicate Pink Flamingos (1972) from its vile cruelty to all which is good, they may fall flat. But should they instead embrace its vile cruelty, welcome its offenses, and affirm their own derangements, […]
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Lydia’s Film Critique: Pink Flamingos |
