OH MY LORD, was I definitely NOT PREPARED. This is the kind of ghoulish, sleazy cinema I live for; from the title to the grisly gratuities, it more than lives up to the title's promise. It has the wonderful, slapdash quality of the best underground efforts. Dialogue and sound bleeds from one scene into another, actors wait for cues before starting lines, or look for help off screen when they forget something. What of it? You can't accuse these performers…

A technically appalling but intermittently amusing early effort from the king of trash cinema, you at least get the impression that John Waters was well aware of how bad this film is, in parts anyway. It begins with a shockingly inept scene set in Lady Divine's Cavalcade of Perversions, a bad taste sideshow which is essentially a proto-Pink Flamingos, starring most of that later classic's line-fumbling cast. Waters' cinematic aesthetic improves slightly as the film continues, even if the content…

Lady Divine (Divine) and Mr. David (David Lochary) run a tent show called the Cavalcade of Perversions, where people can pay to see perverted acts, like the puke-eater, armpit-lickers, and “actual queers kissing each other like lovers on the lips”, which is all just an elaborate ruse to rob people. Divine finds out Mr. David is cheating on her with a blonde named Bonnie (Mary Vivian Pearce), so she heads out to exact her revenge, but is raped in the…