Ronnie runs a Disco walking tour with his son, Brayden. When a sexy woman takes the tour, it begins a competition between father and son for her love. It also signals the arrival of an oily strangler who stalks the streets at night.
The Los Angeles-set tale follows Ronnie, a man who runs a Disco Walking tour along with his browbeaten son, Brayden. When a sexy, alluring woman comes to take the tour, it begins a competition between father and son for her attentions. It also signals the appearance of an oily, slimy inhuman maniac who stalks the streets at night and strangles the innocent, soon dubbed 'The Greasy Strangler.'Written by
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.
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