May
29th marks the 40th anniversary of the release of John Waters’
crossover film, Polyester. After a decade of working on the fringes of
midnight movie cult cinema with such low budget features as Pink
Flamingos, Female Trouble and Desperate Living, Polyester was his first
attempt at doing anything approaching a “mainstream” feature. Being
shot on actual 35mm film and featuring a real Hollywood star in the form
of one aging heartthrob, Tab Hunter, it was a significant step into
accessing a much broader audience than the freaks who’d slither into a
late night theater when most respectable people were all tucked up in
their beds. That's not to say it was bereft of the bizarre
transgressions of his earlier films, but it did tamp them down enough to
smuggle them into a few mainstream big screens.
In 1981, I was
still living in Thunder Bay, ON and had only come across a few scant
mentions of John Waters and Divine in the odd punk music magazine. Yet I
knew enough to realize that, when I saw his new movie advertised as
playing in the local theater, I had to check it out. The advance promo
regarding the “Odorama” gimmick also piqued my curiosity. So when it
came, some friends and I made our way downtown and settled in for a
scent filled evening of warped suburban dysfunctional family fun!
The
film begins with a scientist describing the Odorama process and
offering some examples of how it worked and what you were supposed to
do. This was all inspired by the old William Castle style gags and
tricks he’s incorporate into his horror B-movies. Everyone was issued a
card with numbered pink circles on one side and the Polyester logo on
the other. We were instructed to scratch a numbered circle whenever the
corresponding number appeared on the lower corner of the screen. The
first number on the card, when scratched, gave off a lovely rose smell
in conjunction with the rose the scientist displayed on the screen.
After this demonstration, the movie proper started and we found
ourselves in the Fishpaw household master bedroom as Francine (Divine)
and her husband are in bed preparing to go to sleep. As we see the
number 2 begin to flash on the screen, we all scratch and the
unmistakable sulfuric scent of a fart fills our nostrils as poor
Francine begins fanning her face with her hand in disgust at her
husband’s foul bowel expulsion. That was when we knew that we were
likely not going to get too many pleasant scents wafting off our scratch
cards for the remainder of the movie. From there, it was everything
from airplane glue to dirty sneakers to skunk and any other unsettling
odor that could be stuck under our noses. It only relented with the
final 10th circle at the end of the movie when we got to smell some air
freshener to leave us with a “happy” ending!
Multi-sensory gags
aside, the movie is a riotously melodramatic descent into a struggling
housewife’s crumbling marriage and the trauma and stress of dealing with
two delinquent teens - one a daughter dealing with an unwanted
pregnancy and the other a son obsessed with women’s shoes and smashing
their feet in terrible random assaults. Francine’s only support through
it all comes from her dear clueless debutante friend, Cuddles, played
to oblivious perfection by Edith Massey. The tears and the sorrows of
the Fishpaw family become an exercise in schadenfreude comedy as each
progressive indignation leads to more and more hilarity for the
audience.
From here, the gateway drug of Polyester sent me
into the theater again and again whenever a John Waters movie found its
way to any local silver screen. Pink Flamingos, Female Trouble and
Desperate Living became essential staples in my underground cinema
education. After crossing into more mainstream works, I continued to
follow him through Cry Baby, Hairspray, Serial Mom, Pecker and A Dirty
Shame. John Waters became more than just a film director for me. He
became the fount of a particular kind of “trash” culture which sent me
searching for so many other bizarre examples of movies, music and
fashion as well as histories of people and events which went beyond the
mundane realities of so called “normal” life. Aunt Ida from Female
Trouble gave me a guiding principal that I’ve since held onto when she
famously said, “The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring
life.” I wholeheartedly concur with that and continue to be dedicated
to seeking out the bent in all things. That quest found its “ground
zero” in the work of John Waters. For me, Polyester was the flash point
which began that journey.
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