One of John Waters' weaker films is this somewhat lifeless attack on Hollywood banality. The cast gamely go through their paces as they commit themselves to the egomaniacal Cecil B. Demented, but, there are few laughs to be had. Waters direction is defiantly flat and there is none of the joy that made his earlier films so wonderful. Still; even sub standard Waters is better than no Waters at all!
Review of Cecil B. Demented
