It's the story of Schlub Brayden who is still trying to take a walk in the disco with his father, Big Ronnie. One day, things turn out completely when an sexy and attractive woman comes in. She decides to take a tour, while Brayden somehow attracts her romantic interest, which completely changes Ronnie's thinking.
Is any of this funny? Sometimes, though not often. Is that intentional? Well, that's debatable. Is it worth seeing? Yes, but only if you enjoy being grossed out.
Like the faceless strip malls and broken vending machines of its setting, The Greasy Strangler is the manifestation of Americana's inescapable shallowness, rendered down and smeared across the screen.
Most of the humor derives from the aggressively depraved presentation, which is hard to sustain for 90 minutes. But as trashy, you-gotta-see-this provocations go, well, you gotta see it.
An ugly and frequently hilarious descent into all things repellent, the debut feature from director Jim Hosking plants itself firmly in a world of filth and shock.
There are people out there who find gross-out internet videos funny, and these people will wholeheartedly embrace Jim Hosking's feature directorial debut.
