Go in cold, and you're likely to emerge with your blood boiling. This has to be seen to be believed.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

This deliciously wicked musical western comedy have the genius of John Waters and comedian Divine in a laugh-out-loud well produce, written and acted comedy. These desperado are searching for a hidden treasure at the ruthless town of "Chili Verde", and the only good guys are an aging prostitute and a clueless drifter. But since they don't have cable the local must find other ways to amuse themselves like leaching day. Even the priest gets into the action.So run fast rent or buy "Lust in the Dust", this guilty pleasure is best enjoy with a pint, a few buffalo wings and few idiots to laugh with.

They sure don't make them like this anymore - A comedic musical western about two buxom women, each with part of a treasure map tattooed on their butt. As a cultural oddity of the 1980s, Lust In The Dust stands alone as a truly bizarre collision of the mainstream and the underground.Lust In The Dust owes much to the then emerging popularity of John Waters and his Dreamland players. I don't think it is a coincidence that the film reunites two of the stars of Polyester - transsexual goddess, Divine and weathered heart-throb, Tab Hunter. However, while Polyester merely tested the waters of the mainstream, Lust In The Dust jumps right in with a cast of recognisable actors and a comparatively inoffensive plot line. The result is sometimes awkward and occasionally frustrating, but also frequently hilarious and utterly compelling.Paul Bartel could not have chosen better leads. Divine was really at the height of his powers as Rosie. Rosie is a luscious siren, who positively steams up the screen. Divine was a master at physical comedy and Rosie's facial expressions are priceless. Lainie Kazan more than meets the challenge as Rosie's rival, Marguerita. Lainie, now better known for mush like My Big Fat Greek Wedding, shows why she is one of the best cult actresses in the business. Marguerita is a wonderful creation and her rendition of "South of the Border" (... "but north of my garter") is truly a showstopper. Lust In The Dust also provided Tab Hunter with a memorable role as Able Wood. Tab is smart enough to underplay his part in the presence of these two larger than life ladies and is all the more effective because of it.Lust In The Dust is a wonderfully offbeat example of the imaginative work being produced by cult directors in the early 1980s and holds up as a great testament to Divine's inimitable talent.

Okay, some get John Waters and some don't. The same is true of Divine, I think. I fall into the second category. With the exception of "Hairspray" which was tolerable only because of Ricki Lake, John Waters's movies go straight over my head.This movie was my first introduction to Waters and Divine and what a wake up call. It's rare that I don't finish a movie, but this is one of the few exceptions. It is incredibly UN-funny. It features "nude" scenes with Divine who is the ugliest, least talented female impersonator I have ever encountered. Admittedly I haven't encountered many, but the ones I've seen were way better and they didn't get to star in even a lame piece of junk like this one. At no time did I accept Divine as a woman, and yet this movie insisted that I do so even to the point of enduring scenes where he/she attempted to seduce various male characters, and even attempted to provoke (if memory serves) a rape scene. Perhaps the ridiculousness, the sheer lack of any believability is the whole point. Usually I like that kind of thing, as when Elmer Fudd defies gravity. But this was pushing it, even for me.Maybe John Waters and Divine are your taste; maybe you'll get it and be entertained. Me: I rented this stink bomb and really wanted my money back.

This movie should be the cult kinky western of the 1980s, as Johnny Guitar is the kinky cult western of the 1950s.Too bad Divine and Joan Crawford never did a western together - now THAT would be a sight to behold! Johnny Guitar Lusts in the Dust - with Mommie Dearest as Divine's divine mommie. . . .