The Greasy Strangler

Tasteless, crude, filthy, X-rated, disgusting, repetitive, and usually not very funny, this nasty concoction of sex, violence and dim witted humor makes its way from the gutter in the spirit of John Waters (Pink Flamingos, Hairspray) and Frank Henenlotter(Basket Case, Brain Damage).


A father and son team take idiots on fake tours around the city to spots they lie about being havens for yesteryear's disco sensations like - The Bee Gees. Incognito, the dad turns into a nasty beast that strangles people at night until they are dead!

Not much else to say. The music is so ridiculous - it lives off a bass heavy synth patch and some strange trimmings on top. The sex is usually with heavy set women with pretty faces. The violence is not only over the top but almost vomit inducing.


I am not sure yet. Ask me in another few years, maybe a decade.

This picture has balls, and the good grace to bludgeon the viewer with humor so strange and thin that it literally takes repeated phrasing to hammer it home until it becomes a mantra. This was done a lot by Will Ferrell alumni at SNL, but here it's just certified crazy.

The narrative is almost non existent, in fact, near the end it completely abandons itself in favor of some meta commentary on alternate universe tribal babble. Fine by me.

It's effective cinema. Just the fact that I had a real chance to turn it off before bed and then started it up the next night is testament to it having put a spell on me.