Serial Mom

Serial Mom

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A loose remake of Female Trouble with Polyester‘s subversively accessible polish, Serial Mom is the strongest film of the post-midnight-movie chapter of John Waters’s career. Successfully uniting his classic themes of celebrity, crime, exploitation filmmaking, the horrors of suburban interior design, and the idiocy of American politesse, Serial Mom stars Kathleen Turner as Beverly Sutphin, a cheerful but mutedly uppity housewife who serves up waffles and maternal advice while swatting flies with glee and none too silently clicking her tongue when she spies her neighbors forgetting to recycle.

While Beverly’s doting, June Cleaver-worthy fastidiousness is taken as a minor anomaly in 1990s America, most who encounter her take her retrograde attitudes as a welcome return to traditional American values. The problem comes when those same people don’t live up to her standards. Wickedly skewering America’s “do as I say, not as I do” approach to morality, the film eventually reveals Beverly as an unforgiving absolutist: She finds no other alternative for the woman who wears white shoes after Labor Day than to bludgeon the fashion faux pas out of her, and reacts to having her parking spot outside a fabric store stolen right out from under her by calling the other driver and barking a stream of obscenities until the woman can’t even answer her phone anymore without preemptively shouting “Fuck you!”

Beverly’s reign of domestic terrorism is presented as a neatly episodic force of nature, just like it would be in one of the tawdry true-crime paperbacks Beverly has stashed under her mattress next to pin-up beefcake photos that Richard Speck autographed and sent to her. Waters uses his watered-down, latter-day aesthetic presentation in much the same way his earlier films adopted a grotesque, hairy sheen; both styles get inside both the main characters milieu as well as the audience’s comfort zone before the filmmaker lets the latter know they’re as much the target of his ridicule as the buffoons on screen. (Who can forget the vicious assault Waters leveled against gay pride in Female Trouble, with Edith Massey’s snaggle-toothed Aunt Ida unconvincingly positing, “The world of a heterosexual is a sick and boring life” while trying to actively recruit her nephew into the joys of same-sexin’, just like the reactionaries said the “gay agenda” was prone to do?)

One of the underlying constants in Waters films is the notion that there’s nothing more disgusting and depressing than for the renegade, rogue element of society’s underbelly to achieve some level of acceptance, and Serial Mom‘s third act, in which a grossly guilty Beverly is put on trial for the murder of umpteen people (some of whom she killed in broad-ass daylight in full view of police officers) and rallies herself to a glowing acquittal based on her lily-white attractiveness as a media icon in the making. This accounts for the somewhat out-of-character decision for Waters to fill his central role with an established star and seasoned, trained thespian in her own right.

If having Turner and, to a lesser extent, Sam Waterston share a film universe with an adolescent boy violently jacking off to a Chesty Morgan movie does more to elevate the latter to the mainstream (as opposed to momentarily demoting the former to the underground), then Serial Mom makes Waters’s notion that stardom and perversion are basically the same thing almost meta. Oh yeah, then O.J. Simpson murdered Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman.

Image/Sound

Serial Mom was the most expensive John Waters movie to date, but there are unfortunately better-looking DVDs out there, at least in comparison to the potential of the source. Polyester, for instance, has far less dirt, and even Female Trouble has far richer colors. The transfer doesn’t appear to have much issue with blocking or compression artifacts, but it could’ve probably looked better. The surround mix doesn’t do a whole lot, though there are a few nice effects (such as when Kathleen Turner flings scissors across the room like darts).

Extras

Serial Mom has been out of print for some time now, so it’s great to have it back. By definition, a commentary by John Waters is the greatest bonus feature of all time, but this disc really outdoes itself by presenting two commentaries with Waters-one where he flies solo (recorded a decade ago for the first release) and another where he’s joined by Turner (who seems a tad reserved and ambivalent about some of the film’s uncouth propositions). There are a small handful of other featurettes, including a loving tribute to Herschell Gordon Lewis and David Friedman, but there’s no question what the crown jewel of this DVD release is.

Overall

Annie’s "Tomorrow" never sounded so optimistic.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.85:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 5.1 Surround
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Closed Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Spanish Subtitles
  • French Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • John Waters Commentary
  • John Waters and Kathleen Turner Commentary
  • "Serial Mom: Surreal Moments" Featurette
  • "The Kings of Gore: Herschell Gordon Lewis and David Friedman" Featurette
  • "The Making of Serial Mom" Featurette
  • Theatrical Trailer
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    DVD
    Release Date
    May 6, 2008
    Distributor
    Universal Studios Home Entertainment
    Runtime
    94 min
    Rating
    R
    Year
    1994
    Director
    John Waters
    Screenwriter
    John Waters
    Cast
    Kathleen Turner, Sam Waterston, Ricki Lake, Matthew Lillard, Scott Morgan, Walt MacPherson, Justin Whalin, Patricia Dunnock, Lonnie Horsey, Mink Stole, Mary Jo Catlett