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A John Waters Christmas
Dec. 19th-20th, 2011

8:00PM

B.B. King’s


John Waters Christmas

237 West 42nd Street
New York, NY 10036

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XXX-Mas: The Year’s Filthiest Holiday

Does hearing Jungle Bell Rock as you shop for groceries cause a Pavlovian gag reflex? Do you roll your eyes at people who order “skim” Egg Nog Lattes in front of you at Starbucks? Does the “family-friendly” film selection on TV make you wish Bergman had remade It’s A Wonderful Life as bleak Scandinavian meditation on the meaninglessness of existence? It’s hard not to become a Scrooge this time of year. Fortunately, there is an antidote. That docent of filth, that curator of disgust, that impresario of ignominy John Waters is putting Christmas where it belongs: in the gutter.

A legendary director of the most tasteless films in existence, Waters is a sort of anti-Santa. Whippet-thin and always sporting his trademark pencil-moustache, should Waters descend your chimney this Christmas he may not give you coal, but an oversize-dildo, can of spam and picture book about bestiality in rural America would not be unexpected. So spend X-Mas with the one man who can turn Christmas into the smutfest it deserves to be; you’ll almost be able to make it to New Year’s Eve without vomiting.

By Matt Sigl