![]() ![]() “I’m supposed to announce that there’s no smoking in this theater,” Waters says to the camera, after taking a drag on his cigarette, “which is just one of the most ridiculous things I’ve heard of in my life.” ![]() Bad-taste-is-good-taste filmmaker John Waters shot the PSA for the Nuart Theatre decades ago in appreciation for their long-running showings of his breakthrough feature Pink Flamingos. Though I attend screenings at the Nuart Theatre on Santa Monica Boulevard with some frequency, I’ve sadly missed the heyday of the public service announcement above. I don’t smoke, but it certainly wouldn’t occur to me to start while moviegoing, a pursuit that, here in Los Angeles, takes up a considerable chunk of my free time. The idea of smoking in a movie theater, or anywhere one might go to have a good time, seems outlandish in 21st-century America, far more fantastical than most of what you’d actually see projected onscreen. ![]()
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