Things I love:
- the birds (and their reprises)
- the height of the humps
- the profitability, sex appeal, and star status of American serial killers manifest here in trial-side merch booths, a replacement boyfriend, and subculture adoration 
- John Water’s depiction of conservative hypocrisy regarding tough-on-crime policies
- how the entire film feels like an indictment of arbitrary normative values

John Waters, I feel bad for ever saying your mustache was horribly upsetting