I have seen the terror that is "The Avenging Disco Godfather." And all I can say is, "Huh?" This movie is really weird, even for a movie with the words "Disco" and "Godfather" in the title.
Our hero, and yes the Disco Godfather is a hero, not Marlon Brandon in polyester, is a disco clubowner who is alarmed by the rise in Angel Dust (or PCP) in his fun-loving disco community. Luckily, the Disco Godfather is also an ex-cop (Little did you realize most ex-cops open disco clubs when their pension kicks in), so he decides to take the war against PCP to the streets, in his own daring and particular idiom.
There's little more I can say about this film with a straight face. No one had any clue what they were doing when they made this movie. Here's a list of my favorite faux paus:
-The Godfather's affinity for the phrase "Put your weight on it!" which he proclaims to his club denizens at least twenty times during the movie. The meaning of the phrase is never explained.
-The fact that the "wakka-cha-wakka" laden soundtrack pumps really loudly, even during the dialogue scenes, to the point where you can't even hear the people who are talking.
-The strange Angel Dust trips that last for months (!) and all include this weird looking hag lady, straight out of an Evil Dead movie.
-The terribly directed and choreographed martial arts scenes. In the climactic one, the Disco Godfather is avenging whatever it is he's avenging, and a jogger off the street stops and helps him. The duo fends off their attackers, and never speak again.
-The obligatory white captain of the police force, who is quite possibly the worst actor I have ever seen. He doesn't even know which way to face during dialogue scenes, and looks at his shoes in EVERY close up.
I could go on, but I think the point has been made. The film is lots of fun up until the metaphysical (read: dumb) ending that drags on and on for about 10 minutes, and is a suprising bummer for such a goofy, campy film. Still, lots of fun if you know what you're getting into.
Our hero, and yes the Disco Godfather is a hero, not Marlon Brandon in polyester, is a disco clubowner who is alarmed by the rise in Angel Dust (or PCP) in his fun-loving disco community. Luckily, the Disco Godfather is also an ex-cop (Little did you realize most ex-cops open disco clubs when their pension kicks in), so he decides to take the war against PCP to the streets, in his own daring and particular idiom.
There's little more I can say about this film with a straight face. No one had any clue what they were doing when they made this movie. Here's a list of my favorite faux paus:
-The Godfather's affinity for the phrase "Put your weight on it!" which he proclaims to his club denizens at least twenty times during the movie. The meaning of the phrase is never explained.
-The fact that the "wakka-cha-wakka" laden soundtrack pumps really loudly, even during the dialogue scenes, to the point where you can't even hear the people who are talking.
-The strange Angel Dust trips that last for months (!) and all include this weird looking hag lady, straight out of an Evil Dead movie.
-The terribly directed and choreographed martial arts scenes. In the climactic one, the Disco Godfather is avenging whatever it is he's avenging, and a jogger off the street stops and helps him. The duo fends off their attackers, and never speak again.
-The obligatory white captain of the police force, who is quite possibly the worst actor I have ever seen. He doesn't even know which way to face during dialogue scenes, and looks at his shoes in EVERY close up.
I could go on, but I think the point has been made. The film is lots of fun up until the metaphysical (read: dumb) ending that drags on and on for about 10 minutes, and is a suprising bummer for such a goofy, campy film. Still, lots of fun if you know what you're getting into.