The original 1972 tagline for John Waters's Pink Flamingos hyped the film as "An Exercise in Poor Taste." In fact, Pink Flamingos is the Olympics of poor taste. This stunningly perverse camp classic—in which a family of Baltimore lowlifes vie for the title of "Filthiest People Alive"—is packed with brilliant acting (by Divine), terrible acting (by everyone else), and something to horrify everyone. (Grand Illusion, 1403 NE 50th St, 523-3935. 7 and 9 pm, $8.)