It would be sad to think that the funniest bit in John Water's latest flick is the title, but his usual skewering of societal quirks and foibles comes up a couple of shades short of razor sharp. The target is the New York art community, which most New Yorkers hold in high contempt just as a matter of course. The joy, as is usually the case in Waters' flicks, is that the characters in the movie are, shall we say, unique, and all are obsessed with what they do. Pecker is the story of an Catholic Baltimore family. But fame ruins his, his family and his friend's lives.
Pecker determines that New York is bad and Baltimore is good.
He returns to his roots to make all the haughty city folk come begging like the fools that they are. Maybe John Waters is mellowing as he gets older. That's a feeble and cruel attempt at a joke, which is what I expect from a John Waters movie. Sue me, I'm old. Pecker 's a flat out comedy hoot.