"Serial Mom" - which, by the way, is not for the faint hearted - is a wonderfully inappropriate guilty pleasure packed with lots of macabre fun and its wholesome depiction of life in American suburbia resembles David Lynch's contentious "Blue Velvet" (1986), but like most things in this life everything just looks too good to be true and that is simply because it is. The nicest neighbours can have the darkest secrets of all and the most hospitable and unassuming people can also be the most abominable monsters. Beverly Sutphin is a case in point. She is a charming and delightful house wife, mother, and ruthless serial killer in John Waters's controversial and outrageous satirical black comedy which affords him the ideal opportunity to present a range of biting and astutely observed insights into contemporary America and the ceaseless media frenzy surrounding the absolutely ridiculous and completely irresponsible cult of celebrity.
