Moviegoers in 1981 didn’t know how lucky their nostrils were, since that’s when John Waters’ olfactory opus released with Odorama. Each special card came with scratch and sniff spots to accentuate the smelly drama that Francine Fishpaw (Divine at her most hysterically feminine) finds herself in. While viewers today must only imagine what scented bliss occurred when snuffing one’s nose across the “roses,” “natural gas,” or “model airplane glue” smells, you can still enjoy Waters’ satirical take on the Sixties-era phenom of “women’s pictures” sans cinematic parfum. Maybe bring your own little car air-freshener to this library screening to huff, if you really wanna live it up. – James Scott