John Waters readily admits that San Francisco was the first city to wholly accept and champion his films. We’re his people. We love him. We’ve always loved him. And he loves Muni. It’s a relationship born in the gutter and built on mutual respect. And now that Waters has committed to a San Francisco apartment, we get to see him around town more often. Tonight, after a screening of his most recent feature, 2004’s A Dirty Shame, he will answer questions and speak of all manner of things, including, of course, censorship. For example, the version of this movie that is sold at Wal-Mart was retitled A Dirty Shame: The Neuter Version — and for all we know it’s been shortened to 10 minutes because of all the cuts. (According to Waters, the MPAA used that amount to illustrate how much film would be left if he wanted an R rating.) The movie is set in a neighborhood torn between the Neuters, a bunch of puritanical nosy bitches with a hatred for all that is fleshy, and the Perverts, a group of sex addicts whose inhibitions have been overcome by accidental concussions. Johnny Knoxville plays a sex-saint who leads Tracey Ullman down a road of self-discovery, in search of the world’s most extreme sex act. Much maligned for the bad taste it left in critics’ mouths, A Dirty Shame is unapologetic, ridiculous, and vulgar — just the way we like it.
Wed., April 25, 7 p.m., 2012