Disco Exorcist
Directed By: Richard Griffin
Year: 2010
Bad moves, bad wigs, bad acting,
deliberately aged film stock, naked sheilas and more polyster suits than any
man needs to see, this is the world of the Disco Exorcist!
More precisely, this is the world of Rex
Romanski, a smooth talking, smooth dancing, smooth romancing disco king who
beds the wrong babe and now must pay the price. Rex thinks he’s found the right
girl when he meets Rita Marie and after a night of dancing, both vertical and
horizontal, it seems the romance is blossoming. That is until into the club
comes Disco Porn starlet Amoreena Jones, (I kid you not, disco porn! What more
could you want?) and Rex makes the fatal error of leaving Rita alone on the
dance floor while he romances Amoreena.
Rule number one on the dance floor,
never upset a disco voodoo queen! Cue voodoo ceremonies, lots of humping and strange
dream sequences before we head off to the porn studio where Rex finds himself
drafted into the movie when head disco dick Jack Toughskins doesn’t arrive on
time. (And by arrive I actually mean arrive, no double entendres there.)
So Rex
Romanski, king of the dance floor is now a porn star – tough life hey. Things
turn ugly though when the porn babes, possessed by demons, go nuts and start
dicing up the crew. Luckily for Rex, Amoreena snaps out of her trance in time
to save his nuts. Soon enough though Rex
works out what is going on and when it turns out the Brazilian cleaner Angel is
an excommunicated priest (“I like-a the small children”) Rex, his DJ buddy
Manuel and Angel decide to perform an exorcism in the disco basement. This
doesn’t happen though until after a great orgy sequence with an Anton La Vey
lookalike running proceedings, Jack Toughskins getting his rubber wang torn off
and a bunch of risen from the dead women crashing the party. You see, Rita Marie is a bit of a womens
libber too, calling up the scorned, raped, beaten and victimized from their
graves to get revenge on the male of the species. That’s when Rex realises just
how much trouble he is in and grabs the demonic Amoreena, taking her back to
the disco to be exorcised. Of course, nothing goes to plan but with a possessed
disco ball, an exorcism performed from a pamphlet and even a tubular bells
ripoff riff to finish proceedings, you know this baby is a labour of love.
With deliberately aged film stock, plenty
of bad 70s clothing, lots of blood and guts, plenty of naked flesh, snappy
lines, a couple of scenes deliberately cut out and replaced with “shot missing”
tags, this film is a homage to the great days of b-grade vhs trading, where you
never quite knew what you were getting but you were always surprised.
Deliberately cheesy, Disco Exorcist takes Saturday Night Fever and destroys the
myth of hot chicks and smooth movers with a smirk, a bucket of blood and a
shitload of coke. Blood, guts, babes, demons, drugs, tits and polyester – Disco
Exorcist has it all. For anyone who had to suffer the indignities of the disco
era, this is your revenge!
