Later, out on the beach, families play while the thud-thud-thud of the gay tea dance disco drifts across the bay at four o'clock in the afternoon. It's virtually mandatory, legally enforced by the cops on bikes who patrol the outer edges of this decorative, contained madness.
Tawdry glitter and cross-dressing is the order of the day.
Like Waters's films, there's barely an ounce of good taste to be seen.