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.