“She’s a hair hopper, that’s what she is!”
Ricki Lake can cut a rug like a pro, and spray her hair to the skies, in the film that shocked folks by proving X-rated wild man John Waters could pull off a PG-rated film, and make it a hoot.
Hairspray is just as chockful of bright, swirling colors and campy laughs as the director’s previous work, but minus anyone eating dog poop on camera.
Tracy Turnblad leads the charge to integrate her favorite TV show, destroys most of the ozone, and twirls the night away.
Who’s a superstar? She is.
