Starring cheap Keanu Reeves.
So much dicky-bird.
This “grind-house throwback” was actually pretty disturbing, especially because of the intense scenes of equal opportunity rape and slaughter. Luckily, it was all just a dream!
“put your weight on it!”
he yells it, ad nauseam.
not a good catchphrase.
Synopsis: A retired police officer becomes a vigilante slash local celebrity comma anti-drug advocate uh disco enthusiast. The weirdness of the movie is thanks almost entirely to the presence of Rudy Ray Moore (singer, actor, producer, bon vivant). Moore also completed 32 comedy albums, the humour of which is as subtle as his track “Mr. Big Dick” from the album “This Pussy Belongs to Me”.
From the credits: “Put Your Weight On It” phrase copyright © Rudy Ray Moore
SPOILER ALERT: Despite the The Disco Godfather’s constant quipping, big smiling dance sequences, sudden kung-fu battles, and impromptu stand-up comedy routines, the movie manages to end on a horrifying note. Once the Disco Godfather tracks down the kingpin that is behind the city’s drug production, he gets ambushed, and is forced to inhale PCP through a gas mask. The freezeframe that accompanies the closing credits is the Disco Godfather, tortured by demonic imagery, screaming hysterically with a gas mask strapped to his face. Umm… put your weight on it, put your weight on it, put your weight on it!!
dawson’s creek’s andie
mia kirshner is a mess
dominique swain’s gay
other highlights: college “kids” behaving badly because “hey! it’s college!”, people run around in desperate need of a bra, and oliver hudson raps. it’s as awful as you think it is.
jon stewart’s dismembered
fingers are molesting