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 pretty much goes downhill, although the church scene bang in the middle - in which Divine is anally penetrated with a string of rosary beads while images of the Stations of the Cross run through her mind - actually approaches genuinely transgressive art. Elsewhere, there are a few intentionally funny lines, lots to laugh at rather than with, and a bizarre climax in which a giant cockroach appears out of nowhere to rape the star of the show. It's a real "well if you're still watching, then you fully deserve this kind of shite" moment.