He's turning up everywhere these days, from cable TV and the standup circuit to Broadway and the art world. Baltimore's subversive filmmaker is more complex than you might think.It’s been 20 years since William Burroughs dubbed John Waters “the Pope of Trash.” And it wasn’t long before it spawned other similarly spirited, press-ready titles: “the Sultan of Sleaze,” “the Prince of Puke,” and “the Duke of Dirt” among them. They were certainly well deserved, as anyone who’s seen Pink Flamingoscan attest, but those oft-repeated phrases no longer seem applicable. If they do, you haven’t been paying close attention to Waters’s career.
Waters has become something of a ubiquitous—and welcome—presence on the cultural landscape. On any given day, he might be speaking at Oxford, exhibiting his artwork at The Andy Warhol Museum, kibitzing with Jon Stewart on The Daily Show, starring in his own TV series, releasing a CD, taking the Tony Awards by storm, writing a piece for The New York Times book review, or recording a DVD commentary for The Little Mermaid. He may even be working on a new film project of his own.
“I’ve always wanted to sell out,” Waters wrote in his 1986 book Crackpot, “but no one wanted to buy me.”
To read more about how he sold out and still be awesome here:
http://www.baltimoremagazine.net/default.asp?t=1&m=1&c=30&s=272&ai=56772
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