The Greasy Strangler (2016)

It dawned on me, about ten minutes in, that the script was either written by ten-year-olds or the writer imagined him/herself as a young boy. Painful to watch unless you look at it this way, so maybe there is a meaning behind it - to juxtapose the adults speaking like adolescents.

Everything reflects a moronic, crass effort, with the odd chuckle here and there. Like Napoleon Dynamite-level acting, with very little of the charm.

Perhaps it will end up as a cult favorite, loved by the bong-hitting college students and artsy types who find it cool to like garbage.

Fmovies: I stumbled onto this movie by accident and was expecting something completely different. I was incredibly pleasantly surprised by what a work of art this movie is.

I am a big 80s horror comedy fan, and when I see this kind of over-the-top, cartoony type violence and sex that is sprinkled all over, I'm left with a sense of nostalgia, excitement and joy that stays with me for a long time.

Visually, the entire thing is striking, from the bizarre outfits (Big Ronnie's disco suit!) to the run down scenery to the colours and overall frame composition, everything oozes greasy. The special effects and the violence remind me of Slime City, early Troma films or maybe even Peter Jackson's old movies. The closest I could get to describing the soundtrack is that it sounds like the circus version of what Disasterpeace created for It Follows, building a dissonant but catchy backdrop that aligns perfectly with the rest of the movie.

It is the kind of film I wasn't really expecting to see on a big screen. If anything, maybe on a VHS rip of super 8 footage from way back, just because of how unique it is... I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been to get the production company/actors/sponsors/distributors to agree to use some of the scenes that made it into the final cut of this movie, but somehow they managed to get it done, and movie history is better off for it.

Let's face it, there probably won't be any Oscar nominations for the acting here, but the actors are funny, and apart from a couple of Dude, where's my car-esque scenes where they ramble on and on, the dialogue is great. Imagine David Lynch directing Napoleon Dynamite's horror comedy sequel.

The 18 UK rating is pretty misleading and unfair - there's nothing truly offensive or scary about this movie, but there is a lot of swearing, gross-out moments, and genitalia on screen. If that's not your thing you might want to look elsewhere.

This movie is hilarious, awkward, subversive, beautiful, has a killer soundtrack, and pays homage to a style of filmmaking that to me represents the best in movie entertainment. It has its flaws, but I loved it!

Definitely a very weird movie, most people will absolutely hate it and turn it off in the first couple of minutes. Is it great? Not really, but it is something very bizarre and has some shock value to it.

Nowadays it is extremely hard to surprise the audience with something incredibly grose, bizarre and just flat out obscene. This movie achieves that perfectly, it is insanely weird and paired with the funky over the top weird music this movie has an incredibly awkward and disturbing vibe. I will give this film props for creating a feeling of this sort for me as it is usually impossible to surprise me anymore.

Do not watch this if you expect any clever plot twists or anything of that sort. This film does not have any of that, in fact it has no premise at all and next to no plot. Watch this if you want to something unseen, unique and totally screwed up. The movie showcases the most bizarrely awkward father - son relationship you will ever see in your life, guaranteed.

The Greasy Strangler fmovies. There was a time when John Waters revelled in making the most vile, disgusting, and thoroughly unpleasant films ever put to celluloid. While they could never be mistaken for high art, these films had a charm and sincerity which would elevate them above other gross out movies and grant them an instant and lasting cult appeal.

This noxious maelstrom is something a throwback to those films, a toilet where all semblance of good taste is flushed away in a swirl of feces and grease...lots of grease. Add in some Troma-esque special effects, and you get something that balances a precarious line between making you puke your guts out, and split your sides with laughter.

It may not be as provocative or inflammatory as Pink Flamingos, but its goals are also not so lofty. Where John Waters once sought to eradicate the boundaries of quality and good taste, Jim Hosking simply wishes to disgust and entertain. A simpler purpose and one where he succeeds magnificently. (Plus, in the realm of shock cinema, it's tough to top a drag queen who literally eats sh*t.)

So is this movie any good? I guess it depends on the viewer, their individual tastes, and their interpretation of what defines a "good" film. It is vulgar, vile, and disgusting. Both The acting and dialogue are extremely stilted and awkward. The pacing is erratic and you'll probably feel like taking a shower when its over. However, since this is all intentional, it's very difficult to consider it anything but a success.

In short, this is the movie that Trash Humpers wishes it could be.

45min? Where's the rest of my f***g movie? Bullshit artist.

I truly believe this is an instant genuine cult master piece,I enjoyed the movie for its weirdness, it's entertaining because it's so random you never know what's coming next, it's a genre by it self. Raw acting,over the top scenes,indescribable dialogues... Apart from the script the way the characters interact and their dialogues are priceless I've never seen anything like this, a brilliant master piece. I would recommend this movie to a small group of friends a SMALL group of friends, friends who would appreciate "rubber", "toxic avenger" or even this year's also favorite "suiss army man" It's a beautiful mess.the only part of the movie that I dint understand the meaning/point (the rest was perfectly logical to me) was the assassination of the blind car wash owner. Now LET'S GO DISCO DANCING.

There is no excuse for this movie to exist. None.

I will likely have PTSD every time I go to the car wash now, because some things just can't be unseen.

Sometimes the phrase "Hootie Tootie Disco Cutie" pops in my brain just to torment me.

I can't even cook bacon anymore because the sight of grease induces flashbacks.

I saw this at the Phoenix Film Festival. When the screening was over, I went home and attempted to bleach my brain. The following morning, at the next horror movie, we all discussed the trauma inflicted by this film. None of us are likely to recover. We considered a support group, but were frankly afraid to continue reliving the details. I wish I could forget.

Oh, how I wish I could forget.

This movie has zero redeeming qualities, not just as a horror film, but a film in general. I didn't laugh, I didn't get scared. I mostly just wanted to throw up.

Do not, under any circumstances, see this film. You've been warned.