The Tony-winning success of "Hairspray" might have made him a mainstream darling, but John Waters has returned to trashy form with what is unquestionably his most outrageous film since those heady "Pink Flamingos" days. A giddy sex farce starring Tracey Ullman as a repressed Baltimore resident (where else?) who turns into a raging sex maniac after receiving a freak head injury, this overheated ode to depravity and general bad taste kicks some silly smut in the face of today's conservative-leaning, post-wardrobe-malfunction society. Granted, Waters has problems keeping it up -- the content really struggles to sustain a feature-length format -- but the picture, wearing its NC-17 rating like a badge of dishonor, should nevertheless emerge as his best boxoffice bet since 1994's "Serial Mom."

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