While the male patriarch of the Marbles spends his free time exposing himself (with a very long piece of meat tied to his dick for reasons unknown) to unsuspecting girls in a park (though eventually running off in sheer horror at the sight of a woman who he is first excited by as she flashes her nice breasts at him in response, before then opening her dress and revealing her swinging penis) and, with the help of Connie, sending his bowel movements in a box to Divine and her filthy clan, Divine steals a slab of raw red meat from a supermarket by stuffing it high up between her heavy, likely wet and sweaty groin, Divine’s son Crackers (we know he’s the son as he calls Divine ‘momma’… even though she’ll later suck him off in a moment of ecstasy over their shared filth as they lick and douse the entire inside of the Marble home with their saliva) has literal chicken-crushing, claw scratching sex in a dirty henhouse and Divine’s mentally challenged, obese and seemingly immobile mother Edie (otherwise known as the ‘Egg Lady’) spends most of her time in her underwear in a large crib either pining for, or grotesquely stuffing in her face with tons of, boiled eggs. The Marbles stand proud with their black market baby ring, in which they kidnap innocent women, drug them up over time and have their man-servant impregnate them, then sell the newborns to unsuspecting lesbian couples, all as a means to help finance a heroin operation, selling drugs to inner city youth (I mean, if that isn’t stiff competition, I don’t know what is!). Director Waters’ favorite drag queen Divine (who Waters only-half cheekily claims had aspirations to be a literal ‘monster’) and her trailer trash family of criminal perverts and grotesqueries (literally, as in an old abandoned trailer in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a few haphazardly located cruddy plastic pink flamingos in the dirt - hence, the title – with its inhabitants gleefully engaging in all sorts of aberrant behaviour) spitefully compete - against a backdrop of gleeful and familiar B-side 50’s rocking songs – with the reprehensible foot-fetishists (who we witness passionately doing their saliva-dripping, toe-sucking during a sex scene) Raymond and Connie Marble over who rightfully deserves the mantle of the ‘filthiest people alive’.
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