The John Waters Collection Doesn’t Hate You, but Contemporary Art Still Might
Art / Camp / Filthy Dreams On Location / Trash

The John Waters Collection Doesn’t Hate You, but Contemporary Art Still Might

Someone was taking a dump in The John Waters Restrooms at the Baltimore Museum of Art. Was it an art-inspired intestinal emergency or a dedicated tribute to the filmmaker whose major public stink involved Divine sampling some doggy-doo in the filthy finale of Pink Flamingos? Or perhaps, this intrepid museum-goer previously devoured John’s chapter “Act … Continue reading

Peace Sells…but Who’s Buying?: A Conversation on “Woodstock 99: Peace, Love & Rage”
America Is Doomed / Film / Music / Trash

Peace Sells…but Who’s Buying?: A Conversation on “Woodstock 99: Peace, Love & Rage”

HBO’s documentary Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage, directed by Garret Price as a part of their Music Box series, seems to pose Woodstock ’99 as a seminal concert shitshow, like 1969’s Altamont, that somehow, in its dissolution into hormone-driven madness, which included chucking $4 water bottles at Wyclef Jean and The Offspring, rolling around … Continue reading

It’s Kinda Long but Full of Suspense: A Conversation on “Zola”
Camp / Film / Trash

It’s Kinda Long but Full of Suspense: A Conversation on “Zola”

An ill-fated trip to America’s heart of darkness–Florida–that becomes a whirlwind of sex work and crime. A doomed friendship forged over stripping and text messages. A montage of the most repulsive dicks you can imagine. It’s no question that Zola, the cinematic adaptation of A’Ziah “Zola” King’s jaw-dropping and riveting 148-tweet Twitter magnum opus directed by … 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

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

Staring Out Of The Abyss: A Filthy Dreams Election Think Piece
America Is Doomed / Camp / Trash

Staring Out Of The Abyss: A Filthy Dreams Election Think Piece

Dildo madness. If I had to sum up the past four years in two words, that would be it. Or maybe it’s completely unfair to categorize four years of viral grifts, racism, xenophobia, pussy-grabbing, Sharpie-huffing, COVID-infecting, manic-tweeting, Big Mac-engorging, Fox News-binging in relation to something that provides pleasure. However, madness seems on point. Yes, of … Continue reading

“That’s Your Daughter?! When Did She Get So Hot?”: Our 20 Favorite Moments From Michael Cohen’s “Disloyal”
America Is Doomed / Books

“That’s Your Daughter?! When Did She Get So Hot?”: Our 20 Favorite Moments From Michael Cohen’s “Disloyal”

I love sleazy lawyers. Show me a poorly produced ambulance-chasing commercial filled with images of car crashes, explosions, and infernos with a sweaty man in a suit hollering about bringing down “THE HAMMER!” of justice and I’m over the moon. Maybe it has to do with growing up in Pittsburgh where memorizing a certain ad … Continue reading

The Hysterical Agony And The Ecstasy Of “Supermarket Sweep”: A (Mostly) Photo Essay
Camp / Trash / TV

The Hysterical Agony And The Ecstasy Of “Supermarket Sweep”: A (Mostly) Photo Essay

Is there anything more beautiful than the dual glee and panic of a boxy silhouette of tapered jeans and blinding billowing Technicolor sweaters hurtling down a supermarket aisle as if shot from a cannon in search of a specially marked bottle of Tide? Is there anything more inspiring than a blur of Dep shellacked and … Continue reading