Yet another quasi-autobiography
by John Waters
. Stephen Dorff
plays Waters' voice of rage
against mainstream Hollywood
cinema. For Demented, the issue is not that the movies he hates are bad
, but that they are diluted
, and do not inspire the visceral
response that his old heroes Otto Preminger
and Sam Peckinpah
Because of this, it is impossible to judge the movie on the basis of its technical merit. Yes, the lines are hokey. Yes, the special effects are Grade Z (people 'shot' in the head get what looks like some red marzipan stuck to their forehead). Yes, the plot is unbelievable. But despite all these faults, the movie is still ten times more enjoyable than Bless the Child, a slicker, CGI-studded turd that I had just sat through before seeing the movie.
To summarize, John Waters has made a bad movie that is a salute to all the good things about bad movies. And that makes it a good movie. 4 stars if you're a film buff. 3 stars otherwise.