Blood, grease, disco and penises are in abundance throughout Jim Hoskins first outrageous feature film, The Greasy Strangler.
Before you read on any further I insist you take a moment to watch the trailer to this perverted and mad midnight movie. Go ahead, I’ll wait…
Now lets where this review takes us…
The Greasy Stranger tells the tall tale of Brayden (Sky Elobar), a middle-aged oddball with a kind heart who lives at home with his self-proclaimed disco king dad, Big Ronnie (Michael St. Michael). Together the two of them run a questionable walking tour for disco lore across LA. A lovely lady named Janet (Elizabeth De Razzo) joins them on one of their tours and ignites a passion in both Big Ronnie and Brayden’s loins. Their relationship is further put to the test when a certain slippery strangler begins leaving bodies all over town.
There’s absolutely no shortage of ludicrous moments throughout The Greasy Stranger. Ridiculous death scenes that are reminiscent of many Lloyd Kaufman’s Troma movies, they’re outlandish and blast the screen with gore but it’s the bizarre and often hilarious scripting that proceeds these murders that make this film something special and more than just a deviant B-movie. When this film inevitably receives the cult classic accolade there will no doubt be many-a quote scattered about the popular culture.
Big Ronnie’s monstrous member could well be considered as a supporting character. There’s no shortage of both male and female nudity but the alarming weirdness of the constant nudity is somewhat memorising. We’re even blessed with Big Ronnie spending most of the second and third act in a most revealing catsuit where the only thing not covered up is his tremendous piece of man meat.
The Greasy Strangler is definitely not a film that is easily accessible to your average Joe movie goer but through it’s bizarre and revolting absurdness lies the faint beating of a heart. But lets face it, you’re not here for that. You’re here for the depravity and lunacy, but for all the idiocy on screen, there’s a sincerity and a consistent quality. Colourful cinematography, a wicked synth soundtrack and a third act which had me rooting for these this truly peculiar father and son duo. Although not for everyone, Jim Hosking knew what he was doing when he made The Greasy Strangler. I came away greased up and ready disco.