Probably John Waters' finest film, and the purest, truest sign of things to come, this completely outrageous, bonkers and downright offensive slice of trash cinema is a joy to watch. Take the political undercurrent of Sam Fuller's films and chuck it in a blender with the best/worst of Troma, the Manson Family manifesto and your grandmother's laundry basket and you have Multiple Maniacs. Oh, and did I mention lobster rape? Yes, lobster rape. There are so many quotable lines they'll be ringing in your head for days after, just remember to wash your mouth out with soap should you utter them.