Munch obscenely on the work of the king of filth.

John Waters wears a lot of hats. It’s not often one man can be a degenerate, art-loving, sexual icon, but Waters developed an aesthetic all his own and made it work.

How one goes about appreciating this post-camp mania that drifts in and out of the mainstream? How about a video essay appreciating Waters’ Baltimore-based filmography? It’s a good start at least.

This Trois Couleurs mashup celebrates the trashy sublime which Waters reaches by focusing on camera style, colors, and their overwhelming love of trouble in all its forms. Guns, drugs, scat, or sex: there’s something for you here and it’s certainly nasty.

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