I need to be up-front about this. In the history of cinema, there is no other film like The Greasy Strangler. Whatever qualms or praises anyone imposes on the film will always be trumped by the sheer originality on display here; so I'm not sure exactly what it means when I say that this is the most fucked-up movie I've ever seen.
It's about a father (Michael St. Michaels) and son (Sky Elobar) who lead a "history of Disco" walking tour across Los Angeles. When Janet (Elizabeth De Razzo) takes the tour one day, it ignites a love triangle between father, son and a woman neither of them knows that well. If that wasn't weird enough, this is about the time that a deranged killer, covered in grease, starts terrorizing the neighborhood.
The film is really more of a romantic comedy than it is a horror film. The actual "greasy strangler" turns up at sporadic occasions; not necessarily when the story permits.
If you can picture Napoleon Dynamite with constant graphic nudity and gloriously cheesy horror elements, that's essentially the vibe of this picture.
I would only consider ever watching it again with a midnight crowd as lively as the bunch at last night's premiere. The Greasy Strangler is destined for cult status, possibly with props and quote-shouting like Rocky Horror Picture Show.
"Hootie-tootie disco cutie! Hootie-tootie disco cutie! Hootie-tootie disco cutie!"
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