The locals in Baltimore, where Pecker used to work at a sub shop, are much less impressed. As one of them points out, his photographs "aren't even in color." They are out of focus too, but this is attributed to the camera equipment rather than the operator.

In writer and director John Waters's PECKER, the lead doesn't just take photographs, he obsesses over them with his shutter clicking faster than a cricket's chirp. From pictures of copulating rats to ones of his family and friends, he shoots everything he sees. The picture that launches him on his career is one of a woman's pubic hair shot so close-up that some can't even figure out what it depicts.

Waters, who is fascinated by people on society's fringes, last gave us the marvelously funny SERIAL MOM, starring Kathleen Turner. His latest, PECKER, has his usual montage of quirky characters, but the script is more like an outline that he never quite got around to filling in. Some of the characters and situations are humorous, but the story has trouble ever gelling.

The supporting cast is strong, with the exception of a formless performance by Brendan Sexton III as a thief who is Pecker's best buddy. As usual, Christina Ricci, as Pecker's girlfriend, steals the show with her sarcastic brand of humor. She plays an angry laundromat manager who keeps her nefarious customers on a tight leash.

THE BIG CHILL's Mary Kay Place does a wonderful job as Pecker's overly generous mom. She literally gives the coat off her back to the homeless. "We know how to make a dollar holler," is her thrift shop motto.

Martha Plimpton is Pecker's boisterous, bartender sister. She works at a gay bar featuring male strippers who specialize in "teabaggin'" -- don't ask.

The biggest problem with the casting of the film is the weakness of the lead, Edward Furlong as Pecker. Furlong gives a vapid performance and never gives us a reason to care about Pecker. An enigma, Furlong is just the blank face on the other side of the camera lens.

Some of Waters's jokes probably sounded funnier in the script that they came out in the celluloid. Typical of these is the long running joke of Pecker's ventriloquist grandmother, who throws her voice to a large statue of the Virgin Mary.

Although John Waters's PECKER never really comes together, it is entertaining. The frustration is that, having spent 4 years since his last film, he didn't come up with a more fully developed one.

PECKER runs just 1:27. It is rated R for nudity, profanity, sex and a brief drug usage scene and would be fine for most teenagers.