For years, people watched John Waters’ 1981 comedy classic Polyester the only way they could: in the privacy of their own homes, accompanied by whatever random scents their domicile contained. But this is not what trash cinema’s smirking overlord intended when he made his loving homage to the films of Douglas Sirk, and if you haven’t seen the garish, sweaty delights of Polyester on a big screen like the Hollywood’s, in a packed theater full of like-minded freaks, in ODORAMA, you haven’t really seen it at all. Experience the scratch-and-sniff genius of John Waters as you were meant to. by Bobby Roberts