Man, I was so pumped to embrace the John Waters phase of my life after the first fifteen minutes, but it just kept going. I think I hit diminishing returns at 45 minutes, and mostly spaced out while absorbing the weird shit going on.
I like transgressive art. I appreciate John Waters. I think Divine is a much more deserving muse than Brigitte Bardot or Ingrid Bergman, but I crave structure too much to enjoy these movies.