The Greasy Strangler full movie review - There is No Excuse
There is no excuse for this movie to exist. None.
I will likely have PTSD every time I go to the car wash now, because some things just can't be unseen.
Sometimes the phrase "Hootie Tootie Disco Cutie" pops in my brain just to torment me.
I can't even cook bacon anymore because the sight of grease induces flashbacks.
I saw this at the Phoenix Film Festival. When the screening was over, I went home and attempted to bleach my brain. The following morning, at the next horror movie, we all discussed the trauma inflicted by this film. None of us are likely to recover. We considered a support group, but were frankly afraid to continue reliving the details. I wish I could forget.
Oh, how I wish I could forget.
This movie has zero redeeming qualities, not just as a horror film, but a film in general. I didn't laugh, I didn't get scared. I mostly just wanted to throw up.
Do not, under any circumstances, see this film. You've been warned.