The Family: Divine/Edie/Crackers/Cotton

The Issues: When, like Divine, you've deliberately set out to have yourself crowned Filthiest Person Alive with the full support of your nearest and dearest, your trailer is hardly likely to be an oasis of demure respectability.

And indeed it isn't; however, Divine's furniture-sucking, cop-cannibalism and final scene munching of a freshly-laid dog egg are but one avenue of this supremely fucked-up family's countless failings.

They arguably hit moral bottom when Crackers does the no-pants dance with a neighbour in full view of his leering clan, crushing a live chicken beneath him as he does so. Cock-a-doodle-don't. Ever. Please.

Would Therapy Help? We can't help feeling that even the most learned and beardy of Harvard graduates with a wall full of certificates would be rather pissing in the wind here.

No, what's needed when things have unravelled to this extent is a more basic programme of education and rehab. Preferably one involving some very strict and clear guidelines as to what substances do and do not count as reasonable human food.