Ronnie runs a Disco walking tour with his son, Brayden. When a sexy woman takes the tour, it begins a competition between father and son for her love. It also signals the arrival of an oily strangler who stalks the streets at night.
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J. Hosking is trying really hard to be the new John Waters but it's not getting there in any way or form.
I was falling asleep after 15 minutes despite all the film's desperate attempts to entertain us with filthy grotesquery...It's not fun-funny-stupid, it's just plain stupid.
During watching this, I think that a sound deviant is in a sound body. Refined cinematography with vivid color & sophisticated darkness, editing that has uniquely offbeat rhythm, exquisitely crappy pop music, simple but powerful father/son relationship plot. Based on these solid basics, Hosking flies to the utmost ends of the deviant. Pleasantly awful, vomittingly gross-out debut feature I GREASILY LOVED.
One usually expects w/ this kind of thing that it will be idiotic but fun. The Greasy Strangler, however, is brilliant but pretty exhausting to sit through. Actually a huge number of brilliant ideas, many executed w/ panache, but the thing is oddly inert, there is no forward momentum, and the viewer is forced to come face to face w/ a puzzling existential vacuity. Everything on earth is utterly empty. Huzzah!
This was like a Tim & Eric sketch that was directed by Quentin Dupieux; a more sophisticated John Waters film. The comparisons are clear and obvious, but this still remains one of the most unique, bizarre, and disturbing film experiences of my entire life. Yes, it is a burden to get through, but it's unforgettable.
"Hottie Tootie Disco Cutie"! This was one of the best and weirdest cinematic experiences I've ever had. It seems easy to describe it (Tim & Eric + John Waters + Jared Hess + Daniel Clowes + The Creature From the Black Lagoon, maybe?) but you have to watch it to understand how fucked up and uncomfortable it is. It is so fucking gross. Especially the amazing Michael St. Michaels.
For the first 25 minutes, I was dying of laughter. Then, I stopped caring. Like a Tim and Eric sketch, you can only handle so much. The most intriguing thing is the world it creates, but after 25 minutes, nothing new is revealed about the world or its characters. It's redundant, irreverent, and lacks any stake. Still, it features some of the funniest lines and scenes I've seen this year or last.
If "Street Trash" and "Nightmare Stage" had a child, raised on junk food, cheap porn and trauma, this is probably what it would turn out to be. It's beyond bad taste right from the start, as if it has its own viewpoint on ugliness, grossness and mindlessness - so without excuse, it turns a shock into laugh, and laugh into horror, and horror into comedy, but with logic that somehow makes its own, twisted sense.