John Waters, the beloved-if-not-Oscar-worthy director of his very own genre of Trash Cinema, began his appearance at B.B. King's wonderful Times Square venue by taking a single shallow breath which seemed to last for an hour and fifteen minutes. Waters delivery is machine-gun quick and laugh-packed while his attitude seems to suggest that everyone thinks like he does.
The juxtaposition he exhibits is a metaphorical tea with your favorite uncle who can't seem to stop picking his genitals and showing you the nits. Of course, as his bonded family, we can't WAIT to see them!
Mr. Waters' career has been long and his films have endured much like he has, looking better with age. His trademarked pencil thin mustache which he once entreated David Letterman to feel, Letterman declined, was in evidence as was his innate ability to charm and shock. Thank goodness!
If ever one has the opportunity to encounter Waters in performance or on the street I heartily advise one to do so.
If you see him on the go don't hesitate to blurt one of his many memorable lines as you pass. If you hurry to Baltimore you may get in "NOT ON CHRISTMAS! NOT ON CHRISTMAS!" just in the nick of time.
(On a side note I'd like to say our server Sarah and "the stalker" she was training were delightful and fun! Not easily done but they did.)