Editor’s Note: By now you may have noticed Evan Harold’s writing voice in your morning links and comments of the week posts these past few months. But whether he’s new to you or you’ve already gotten to know him through those, this latest piece should expose you to a whole new side of him. Either way, I’m proud to present this to you now, perhaps the most high-minded piece about fecal matters in cinema I’ve ever read. This is an important work. Enjoy. -Vince
Sh*tting—the build-up, the restraint, the anxiety, the release—is the very structure of a joke. And like all great jokes, a great on-screen dump should go beyond the laughs. It should be poignant, surprising, subversive, maybe horrifying; it takes love and preparation (whether it’s cauliflower or candy). This list aims to capture that Doo Doo Essence. With seven films (inspired by the Bristol Stool Scale) I intend to define what it means to be a great poop scene. Welcome, and I apologize in advance.
By the time Pink Flamingos is nearly over, and we’ve seen homicide, cannibalism, a mother-on-son blowjob, rape, castration, male gaping, and that scene with the people having sex while crushing a chicken, John Waters comes back with his hick Bawlmer accent to announce that Divine will have the film’s last filthy word. She’s going to eat dog poop.