It's Crybaby Night at the NuArt! Sins put on the very first shadowcast ever of the John Waters classic greaser film.

Bernie's gettin' all pretty... and greasy.

Security lays down the rules to people who thought they were merely coming to see "that one Johnny Depp movie."

Disco wasn't invented yet, but don't tell these sock-hoppers.

Our costume contestants show off their crazy 50s style!

Who put a Theater Manager on my microphone?

Sit down and take it like a man!

Looking away from the polio vaccine, but she'll still feel a little prick.

Pucker up, pretty boy.

No really, I mean pucker up- like this!

We smirk at your pathetic puckering.

Hey Wiffles! How do you look when you take a shit?

Deb treads stage...er, water.

The Tools: "Will croon for poon."

Buck-nekkid! Well, almost.

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't wanna piss off Lizabeth right now. Or, uh, ever.

Bernie's looking for answers, but Lucas has no idea what's up with Lizabeth's hat either.

You like me! You really, really like me!

As if he needed another ego boost. "Look totally bad-ass on motorcycle. Check!"

Dooley seranades the crowd, Milli Vanilli style.

Drew lays down a funky line

The black folk be representin', yo. Even if they only representin' Rizwan's pants.

Here, the kettles are called black by Judge Pot.

The jailbirds harmonize to Cry Baby's lament.

The Sinners can riverdance!

Tell me, how does one say "omfg two hott chicks" in Swedish?

Clearly the only thought running through her mind right now is: What the fuck?!