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28 July 2010

Cry Baby

directed by John Waters

Even John Waters at his most vanilla is still funny as hell, and Crybaby, his affectionate lampooning of 1950s culture, has smart laughs for days. Johnny Depp was hell bent on shattering his heart throb image almost from the outset, busting out twin masterworks in the form of Edward Scissorhands and this, the story of Wade Walker, who sheds himself a signature tear when worked up, a tear that earns him his nickname. And oh, how the ladies swoon, especially Allison (a sharp Amy Locane), who pines for the hoodlum despite the crowd he hangs with and the trouble he gets into. Waters has a penchant for flamboyance (go figure, BC. It doesn’t take an expert to figure that out. Jerk.), and his musicals tend to be the most accessible. This doesn’t mean that there isn’t any of the patented Waters endearing smarm, charm and edge that we all love so much, because Cry Baby is chock full of blue photographers, Iggy Pops and bleeped F words that induce howls of laughter and cringes of revulsion. Give Pink Flamingos or Polyester (playing at The Burton this Saturday night. Come on down!) a whirl if you are in the mood for something a little more potent, and I heard that Waters is currently developing a film about meat thieves who, around the holidays, deliver “hot” meat your home for a discounted price. Wow, what wondrous things they have in Baltimore…

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