The Greasy Strangler - This Movie Perversely Sort Of Rocks
Dir: Jim Hosking
Starring Michael St Michaels, Sky Elobar, Elizabeth De Razzo
With both Elijah Wood and Ben Wheatley lending their names as producers on Hosking’s debut movie, The Greasy Strangler is a very specific, blackly comic and mostly successful decidedly odd movie.
Big Ronnie (St Michaels) and his son Big Brayden (Elobar) – everyone’s “Big” here - spend their days running a walking disco history tour of whatever non-descript American town this is set in. Their family life involves lots of walking around in their pants – or nothing at ll – lots of greasy food, with Big Ronnie in particular eager to add more and more grease to everything. He jokes that he’s the town’s local serial killer, the Greasy Strangler – a killer who covers his body in lard and then pops eyeballs out of people’s heads (and eats them) or occasionally pulls people’s ears off (and eats them.) The arrival of De Razzo’s Janet causes even more emotional turmoil within the family. And everybody says “Bullshit artist.” A lot.
With a very defined and highly mannered style – dialogue is repeated endlessly with intonation never varying - this is at times almost like a mash up of early David Lynch and latter day Nicolas Winding Refn. But with added surreal humour. As if made by Troma in the early ‘80s.
It has moments that work really well, and some that never escape their own loungers. But it’s certainly adventurous. You may be tempted to call “bullshit” on it at times, but it builds to a satisfying, head-exploding conclusion.
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