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Imagine this: the main character is a woman called Beverly Sutphin. Her husband is a dentist and she does her best to bring up her children. In short, she is a respectable human being with the particularity of being a real stickler for good manners . Maybe, a little too respectable so that when someone speaks ill of one member of her family, Beverly is ready to kill to defend her family!

Only one filmmaker seemed designated to shot this highly entertaining black comedy: John Waters, the king of bad taste and extravagance. In "Serial Mom", most of the comical situations are structured about the two quoted characteristics. The whole is condensed in one hour and a half. You don't get bored one moment and you honestly laugh in front of all these murders. In "Serial Mom", you also recognize Waters' strong taste for bloody, gore and horror movies. Moreover, for this extraordinary director, it is the occasion to harm the model image of the American family.

All in all, a delightfully politically incorrect comedy led by a Kathleen Turner on top form.

It gets more hilarious and better every time I think about it. The prank call scenes deserve to be more iconic than they are, they're so freaking hysterical. For a comedy this movie is hilarious and for a thriller, it's genuinely thrilling. I really don't understand the low ratings of this one, especially on IMDB, did people going expecting something different from John Waters? But I digress.

In terms of performances, Kathleen Turner is the perfect star to be in a John Water vehicle. It makes me sad to see her fall out of the limelight because every movie I've seen with her, she's easily been the best part, she is so charismatic and she is perfectly cast in this movie.

In addition, the satirical elements of modern mass obsession with real crime stories couldn't be more apt and wonderfully woven into the story. It really adds to the story, and keeps it from just being a great comedy.

And speaking of obsession with real crime stories, I do wonder what John Waters thinks of the glut of Ted Bundy documentaries and movies that have come out recently.

An uproariously witty satire on "petty" bourgeois American values, John Waters brings his own distinctive madness to the screen by focussing on cardboard cut-out caricatures of pop culture Americana.

Turning his outrageous gaze on an archetypally perfect housewife and mother from the Baltimore suburbs in Maryland, supportive to her loving husband and teenage kids and possessing a real tlent for cooking, it appears that she is everything a stable, hard-working business man could want. However, there is a slight catch. She is also a serial killer.

Mom's tendency to take bloody revenge on any poor neighbouring housewife who fails to observe her rigid socially acceptable guidelines, like not recycling rubbish or driving too fast, is so barmy you are sure to find it absurdly and darkly funny. Kathleen Turner, alternating between dizzy, unquestioning devotion to her family and clinically cool, yet psychotic anger to offending neighbours, either appears to possess a martyr's yellow halo above her head, denoting divine lightness and freshness, or a focussed smile as she carefully contemplates her next victim.

If you are on the lookout for some perfectly vibrant, yet malicious black comedy, subscribe to "Serial Mom", one of the most ruthless, patronising skits on good manners and nosey, voyeuristic neighbours ever to hit the screen. If you like Waters' latest irreverent venture into visceral, cutting black humour, then get all his other movies, because they are all even more extreme and grotesque - "Pink Flamingos", "Hairspray", "Cry Baby" - all kitschy, underrated classics in their own right.

I saw Monday at MotelX

Very good satirical horror comedy with plenty of black humor, from the disruptor, unsubmissive and transgressor master John Waters.

It satirizes society's fascination with serial killers as well as inconsistencies in society's moral values.

Great interpretation by Kathleen Turner, in this fun comedy where even the well-known rock band L7 (here as Camel Lips) is like a fish in water and contributes to chaos...

I strongly recommend.

John Waters' gleeful story of a suburban housewife who leads a prim and proper life on the surface, but has a malevolent side. Others catch on to the violence she commits pretty quickly, making the serial murders campy fun, but rather episodic. The best parts of the film were the little bits of satire Waters peppered into the script. The rock band Camel Lips continuing to play on while a man is immolated onstage, even adding to the fire. The woman's family trying to monetize her trial by hawking t-shirts and anticipating a TV dramatization. The priest who uses twisted logic to argue that Christ would have supported the death penalty. "Jesus said nothing to condemn capital punishment as he hung on the cross, did he?" he says. There's something inherently funny about a mom singing along to Barry Manilow's 'Daybreak' as she's on her way to committing more mayhem, and subversive too. I got a little less out of the various murders, like the bludgeoning with a leg of lamb, but was entertained.