Brayden is a middle-aged sad sack who lives with his father,
Big Ronnie. Brayden and Big Ronnie operate a disco-themed walking-tour of their
hometown: dressed in matching pink turtlenecks and pink shorts, the gruesome
twosome half-heartedly show punters where the Bee Gees once bought milk (or
Wait! There’s more. Big Ronnie has an obsession with
‘grease’. It’s not clear what kind of grease this is – it seems to be
interchangeable with oil and purée, it’s apparently edible, and you can buy it
in vats – but Big Ronnie likes to have this substance in his coffee and over
his food. He also likes to slather himself in it and stalk around at night, strangling
people until their eyeballs pop out.
There’s also an Oedipal love-triangle, a man without a nose,
a blind jive-talking carwash owner, an enormous prosthetic joke-shop penis, and
a tiny prosthetic joke-shop penis.
You might think that’s two amusing prosthetic joke-shop
penises too many. Fair enough. But if you think that The Greasy Strangler sounds like it could be one of the best films
ever – if you’re rubbing your hands with glee at the promise of campy vileness
and preparing yourself for a real ‘hoot’ – then you're only setting yourself up for disappointment.
Brayden and love-interest Janet in The Greasy Strangler
For a film that’s supposed to be a celebration of bad taste,
The Greasy Strangler is directed with
remarkable decorum, with none of the correspondingly shoddy camerawork of early Peter
Jackson (whose Bad Taste justified
its title). Cinematographically, The
Greasy Strangler is almost as elegantly composed as a Joe Wright period
drama. The soundtrack consists of keyboard squelches by Andrew Hung of
the critically acclaimed band Fuck Buttons, meaning that The Greasy Strangler’s soundtrack has the hippest pedigree that
money can buy.
Maybe we just find it grating that The Greasy Strangler is being marketed to the mainstream as an
‘instant’ underground classic, when it’s hard to imagine anyone being genuinely shocked by it. It’s gourmet junk food, which is never as good as actual junk food.
Look: The Greasy
Strangler doesn’t want a five-star rating and poster-ready quote from a
respectable culture website. It wants video rental-shop notoriety. It wants to
be the cult film of 1992. But ‘cult’ means something different in the age of
the Internet, where every foetid corner hides something at least twice as WTF
NFSW LOL as The Greasy Strangler, a midnight movie that's neither as good or as bad as it needs to be.
|What||The Greasy Strangler film review|
|Where||Various Locations | MAP|
|Nearest tube||Leicester Square (underground)|
07 Oct 16 – 07 Dec 16, Times vary
|Price||£determined by cinema|
|Website||Click here for more details|