Dawn Davenport progresses from a teenage nightmare hell-bent on getting cha-cha heels for Christmas to a fame monster whose egomaniacal impulses land her in the electric chair.

“One of the most gleefully offensive comedies ever made… Waters pushes bad taste into a kind of anarchic art.”
— J. Hoberman, The Village Voice

“A monument to bad taste… outrageous, hilarious, and impossible to forget.”
— Jonathan Rosenbaum, Chicago Reader

“The ultimate John Waters movie — a ferocious, hilarious satire of fame, fashion, and American obsession with celebrity.”
— Slant Magazine