Divine's loving mama Frances wrote a memoir of life with her special boy, "My Son Divine," in which she shares that after the poo-eating scene:
Divine's friends overheard him calling an emergency room to ask what diseases his 12-year-old son might have picked up from eating a dog turd ("Yes, well, he's a little retarded."). Clearly Milstead is no ordinary mother.Does this mean we should try to picture Divine in some of Travolta's roles now? Broken Arrow, Pulp Fiction, Face/Off, and so on? Nawww. It would just make us sad to think of the movies that might have been.
And also...why is it that Hollywood feels a need to do a film of a play that was a film just a few years ago?