“I’m A Homicidal Bitch!”: Louise Linton’s “Me You Madness” Is Camp Heroism (Even If You Don’t Want It To Be)
Camp / Film / Trash

“I’m A Homicidal Bitch!”: Louise Linton’s “Me You Madness” Is Camp Heroism (Even If You Don’t Want It To Be)

“You thieving treacherous little shit! To think that I actually liked you and let you touch my lady bits. I’m going to slice your face off with a cheese grater and then feed your testicles to my girlfriend!” No, this isn’t a quote from a lost John Waters film spoken with the perverse and pathological … Continue reading

7(ish) Delusionally Romantic Poems To Woo–Or Horrify–The Object Of Your Affection This Valentine’s Day
Camp / Poetry / Trash

7(ish) Delusionally Romantic Poems To Woo–Or Horrify–The Object Of Your Affection This Valentine’s Day

*cronch cronch cronch* Oh! *cough* What’s that? I’m just trying to eat my way through a mega-sized box of Valentine’s hearts. Why? Because we have to support small businesses in times like these, including choking down all the dry and chalky drug store candy hearts we can stomach! What else is there to do on … Continue reading

Another Dream Comes True in The Villages!: A Savage Journey into the American Dream in “Some Kind of Heaven”
America Is Doomed / Camp / Film

Another Dream Comes True in The Villages!: A Savage Journey into the American Dream in “Some Kind of Heaven”

Who among us can deny the alluring draw of golf carts circling and darting here and there in formation set to the rhythm of their instructor’s whistle and shouted directions, “Ted! Ted!!”? Certainly not me. Only a couple seconds into Lance Oppenheim’s intoxicating documentary Some Kind of Heaven, which opens with the faint sounds of … Continue reading

Sifting Through The Trash of Donald Trump’s “Low Class” Capitol Insurrection
America Is Doomed / Trash

Sifting Through The Trash of Donald Trump’s “Low Class” Capitol Insurrection

“Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America?” Lana Del Rey answers her own questions with a semi-confident, “No. its’ only the beginning…” But, now maybe the answer is: yes? Of course, I’m talking about the Trump fanatics’ attempted coup, siege, sedition, treason, trash insurrection, whatever you want to call … Continue reading

Filthy Dreams’ Fanatical Superlatives of 2020
America Is Doomed / Camp / Lists / Trash

Filthy Dreams’ Fanatical Superlatives of 2020

*blows party horn* *shoots confetti cannon* Ahhh…Happy New Year, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Get ready for that champagne hangover after battling the hoards of amateur drinkers on these final days of 2019! …or 2020. What year is it? Did we have a year? Or is this still some cold sweat alcohol-poisoning fever dream after choking … Continue reading

“Just Look At Yourself, You Little Fat Ass!”: Giving Hillbilly Elegy The Camp Respect It’s Entitled To
Camp / Film / Trash

“Just Look At Yourself, You Little Fat Ass!”: Giving Hillbilly Elegy The Camp Respect It’s Entitled To

“Oh, fuck you! Those are heirlooms. My family heirlooms!” Wild-eyed and bunny-eared with her Appalachian drawl, Amy Adams’ Bev Vance delivers those lines with the pathos and conviction of a woman who just lost her cherished, long held inherited treasures, passed down from generation to generation of country folk. What are these heirlooms of which … Continue reading

From The Filthy Dreams Kitchen: Hunka Hunka Elvis Vintage Recipes For A Blue Thanksgiving
Filthy Food Fantasies / Trash

From The Filthy Dreams Kitchen: Hunka Hunka Elvis Vintage Recipes For A Blue Thanksgiving

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare (who has a parlor)? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? What I’m really trying to ask, dearest Filthy Dreams turklets, is: are you lonesome tonight? What’s that, my little gizzard and gobblers? Oh, I know, I know. Thanksgiving is just not … Continue reading