In a city known for reinvention, anyone can be anything, which implies that everyone is also no one.
Serial Mom looks about as pristine as the image Beverly Sutphin projects onto her little slice of suburbia.
Luckily for Divine, he had a network of misfits and castoffs to support and, eventually, launch him into the limelight.
The original Hairspray is just funky and enthusiastic enough to make its ham-handed moral go down easy.
Serial Mom is the strongest film of the post-midnight-movie chapter of John Waters’s career.
Annie’s “Tomorrow" never sounded so optimistic.
Life’s a mess of oft-funny tragedies but Park comes closer to apathy than empathy with its intended laughs.