Director: Jim Hosking
This completely bizarre, stomach-churning, fun-filled film with infantile dialogue, cartoonish gore, and full-frontal male nudity is an absolute masterpiece.
At its core, the film is about a love triangle between a father (Big-Ronnie), his simple-minded son Brayden (who runs a walking disco-tour), and one of their only customers Janet. Meanwhile there is a terrifying, slimy murderer on the loose named the Greasy Strangler who looks a hell of a lot like Big Ronnie…. A near perfect mix of John Waters and Tim & Eric, the humour is crass, abrasive, and completely hilarious.
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The thing I really enjoyed about this film is just how unapologetically ugly everything is; from the cast with their uneven skin tones, overweight hairy bodies, and misshapen genitals to the dysfunctionality of every on-camera relationship. As ridiculous as it is, it still kind-of says something about how love is portrayed in media. I mean really, there are way more Willem Dafoes and Lena Dunhams than there are Ryan Goslings and Scar-Jos out there, right?
Though maybe the best thing about watching midnight movies like this is other patron’s reactions. In the hour and a half run of this film I witnessed two walkouts, and sat next to a man who groaned heavily at every sighting of an exposed penis, not at the excessive violence or the consumption of straight grease (so if you’re interested in watching this film, perhaps line up a movie night with some friends you know won’t appreciate it for the benefit of yourself).
I give this film five stars because why not? It’s not Citizen Kane, but that’s not what it set out to be; it set out to be a cheap, weird shock factor film that totally achieved it’s goals while cracking me up in the process.