Once, the question of what to make of John Waters wasn't a question. Underground provocateur, deadpan hipster, the guy who filmed a 300-pound cross-dresser eating poodle poop: What more did you need to know? But since HAIRSPRAY, his first bona fide hit,
Waters has been on less easily defined ground, equal parts juvenile grotesquerie and sunny silliness. This gentle fable about a sweet Baltimore shutterbug named Pecker (Edward Furlong) -- because he used to peck at his food, you gutter-minded perv, you -- getting a taste of Downtown stardom is
pleasant enough, and features some mild naughtiness that might shock an elderly minister or a sheltered virgin. There's a ba...