SERIAL MOM CAST BREAKFAST SERIAL
While Serial Mom has several autobiographical elements in it, Waters's film is also a dissection of middle-class domestic conformity and complacency in suburbia. She flattens the insect like a pancake and the shot of it being squashed foreshadows Beverly's "killer" instinct. The mother is also irritated by a pesky fly and Waters ratchets some suspense as she keenly awaits to swat it. The opening credits sequence has the Sutphins chatting away at the kitchen table as Beverly prepares breakfast. His perky sister Misty (Ricki Lake) is boy-crazy and always on the lookout for her next best date. Their son Chip (Matthew Lillard) is a clerk at a video store specializing in gore-infested, shock horror films.
Her affable husband Eugene Sutphin (Sam Waterston) is a dentist and committed husband and father. Matriarch Beverly Sutphin (Kathleen Turner) is a proud homemaker active in her two teenage children's school functions. The Sutphin family live a sunny and idyllic life in an upper middle-class suburban neighborhood in Baltimore. Serial Mom's story is relatively simple but there are several layers of connotative meaning simmering beneath the surface. Equipped with the largest budget he had to date, Serial Mom allowed him to unleash his irreverent sensibilities while staying within the confines of a commercial "R" rating. Waters has always prided himself as a crude and lewd satirist as well as a master of conflating trash with art. When Savoy Pictures unveiled Serial Mom to the public in spring of 1994, audiences either "got" writer/director John Waters's underlying messages or they didn't. And when it did, I slipped it on and enjoyed a string of sunny, single days (stories for another time 😉 ).Reviewed by Dr. I took it home, tucked it into my sock drawer, and waited for the weather to change. It was an aspirational purchase - I bought it with sunny weather and singleness in mind. It was during this drizzly, 50-degree vacation in Valencia, Spain that I acquired the teeny tiny ruffled bikini. I spent the trip with my mom, and he did likewise. By the time spring break arrived, Matt and I had mutually, non-verbally agreed to ignore one another’s existence. The relationship ended in November, but like I said: tickets were purchased hotels booked. But then our moms became friends, and soon, rumors of a family spring-break vacation manifested. I begrudgingly assumed my position as girlfriend. Afterward, he lit the gossip fuse and Mounds View High School exploded with news that we were now, in his words, “offish”. One fall day, he served me with a love letter - written in gold ink on vellum - announcing his (1) fear of rejection, (2) insuppressible feelings for me, and (3) now-effective status as my boyfriend. It was the perfect high-school romance, a story pretold by generations of pizza-faced teens with letter jackets. He was cross-country captain I was cross-country captain. Last use: Don’t remember (are you noticing a theme?)īackstory: In the fall of 2003, I was dating a boy named Matt.
It’s part of my “moving on” series, and I’m on day 2: swimsuit edition. This week, I’m mining through my home on a mission to let go of things that aren’t adding value to my life. Filed under stories and tagged: high school, Moving On, relationships.
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