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<font size="4"><br>Cecil B. DeMented</font>
<br>by David Ng</font>
<P><font size="6" color="#FF0000"><b>J</b></font>ohn Waters’ movies seldom give their audiences reason to stand up and cheer, but halfway through <i>Cecil B. DeMented</i>, when a group of underground cinema terrorists lay waste to a suburban movie theater playing <i>Patch Adams: The Director’s Cut</i>, you might feel a surge of pride as Jujube-popping housewives and their obese children succumb to tear gas. Waters, the king of bad taste and hater of all things mainstream, doesn’t stop there. At the top of his hit-list is the independent film community itself, embodied by the Sprocket Holes, a fictional group of cine-terrorists. Having abducted Hollywood superstar Honey Whitlock (Melanie Griffith) from the Baltimore premiere of her latest romantic comedy Some Kind of Happiness, they force her at gunpoint to star in their grungy, underground film. A thinly veiled reference to the Dogme group, the Sprocket Holes have taken a Vow of Chastity (which they take literally) and brand their flesh with a cult-like symbol of loyalty.
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