Lust In The Dust is a saucy, irreverent, quite funny send-up of the Western. Film takes some of the old-time conventions – the silent stranger, the saloon singer with a past, the motley crew of crazed gunslingers, the missing stash of gold – and stands them on their head with outrageous comedy and imaginative casting.
Prevailing attitude is established immediately via some florid narration and the sight of the outsized Divine making his way across the desert in full drag on a donkey. Upon meeting Tab Hunter, the epitome of the straight-arrow hero of few words, Divine’s character, Rosie, explains to him, in flashback, she’s just been gang-raped by Geoffrey Lewis’ bunch of Third World outlaws (and outlasted them all).
Duo arrives in the squalid little town of Chili Verde, where the entire populace seems to hang out at the cantina of Lainie Kazan.
Outrageous tale is handled with fine high humor by director Paul Bartel. Picture is Divine’s for the taking, and take it he does with a vibrant, inventive comic performance.