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I thought I'd spoke on this good-bad film, but I guess it didn't take This is set during the PCP craze that rocked black neighborhoods in the mid-1970s. Then folks started freebasing and you stopped hearing about "Sherm" Alley. It became "Crack Alley." If you don't think this place existed, I can take you... This picture is low end for sure but there is a sincerity in it's message. A decade later, Spike Lee tried to say something about the crack epidemic, but didn't fair quite as well. What was Jungle Fever about when you think about it. The social milieu of Disco Godfather is rooted in genre(the detective story.) Maybe that's why it succeeds where others failed. I don't know... there was more heart here than in many a modern black film. and the karate sequence! what the--

Put yo weight on it! I was born in the early/mid-80s so I grew up well past the prime of disco, so I can't vouch for what makes horrible disco dancing. But if I had to guess, I'd say Rudy Ray Moore sucks at it. Unless contorting your face and stabbing the air with your pelvis constitutes wicked disco skills; I could be wrong. As the 70s were drawing to a close, Rudy Ray Moore was riding that disco high and decided to be a little more socially conscious with his fourth feature. In what may or may not be a serious attempt at an anti-drug message, Moore and director J. Robert Wagoner (and screen writing help from former collaborator Cliff Roquemore) have Moore tackling his most dangerous adversary yet: angel dust. Moore is Tucker Williams, a retired police officer who runs the hottest local disco joint, Blueberry Hill. But all is not well…there is a new drug flooding the streets and the youth are becoming addicted to angel dust. When Tucker's nephew Bucky suffers a mental breakdown from a bad trip in the middle of his club, Tucker makes it his solemn duty to track down the supplier of the drug and clean up the streets. Known as the Disco Godfather, he begins an investigation into its local production at the command of Stinger Ray, a local businessman whose legitimate front is some sort of basketball team he is recruiting for. Or something. I couldn't quite figure out who Stinger Ray was supposed to be. Zaniness ensues."Haven't you heard, Godfather? Our children are dying."The movie begins with a nearly ten minute sequence of disco dancing at Blueberry Hill with Moore chanting "Put yo weight on it!" in a failed attempt to institute a new catchphrase, presumably to pad the running time to feature length. You need to have a bit of patience with this movie because it has a tendency to cram in a disco break randomly, regardless of how it brings the story to a screeching halt. If Moore and the filmmakers had intended to do a serious movie to address a serious social issue, they probably shouldn't have made the drug portions so hilarious. The people high on angel dust in this movie are just too funny, accurate or not. I've never witnessed anyone high on the drug, and I have my doubts that the writers were overly concerned with research. Disco! There's a scene where the Disco Godfather is given a tour through a facility where people recover from angel dust, but it doesn't quite have the effect I think the filmmakers were going for. The movie has the usual bits of awesome we've come to expect from a Rudy Ray Moore movie: cheesy effects, horrible acting, and moments of total absurdity. There's a point where the Disco Godfather battles a cowboy. No joke, a cowboy. And the cowboy is using a whip. It's just so bizarre and misplaced, and I totally love moments like it.I do need to give this movie some credit. It is the first Rudy Ray Moore movie I've seen with structure! There aren't multiple plot lines going in random directions, but one solid story of the Godfather's battle against angel dust. The problem is that the movie is just boring. It's weak. I watch Moore's movies for the absurd characters, low production value, and strange attempts at action. We don't get much of that here. With the quasi-serious tone, we lose a lot of the WTF factor that makes Moore's movies so fun to watch. DISCO GODFATHER is a difficult movie to remember after seeing it because there really isn't anything memorable here. I honestly didn't care about this movie for 90% of it until the final battle at the angel dust production plant. Moore busts out with his weird brand of kung-fu as he battles his way into the plant until *gasp!* he's exposed to angel dust! Moore's nightmare on angel dust makes it worth the hassle of watching his movie. It's the best Moore moment since the final battle through the house on the hill in THE HUMAN TORNADO. Oh, and we get some of the regular cast in the movie. Jimmy Lynch and Jerry Jones return, and Lady Reed is relegated to a minor role that spares us her usual painful line delivery. In the end, the movie fails to live up to any of Moore's movies that came before it. It doesn't have nearly as many laughs, and it has 100% more disco. If it weren't for the awesome finale, I probably would have marked it even lower.

45 minutes of stupefying disco awfulness followed by 45 minutes of brain busting psycho angel dust drama = 90 mins of DISCO GODFATHER. Here I was gleefully looking forward to an epic of THE APPLE proportions and what did ah git? Angel Dust baby! Angel dust on da disco floo-wah. Call me an am boo lance....... Rudy Ray Moore certainly is a one of a kind..and I struggled to get me thru the final sequence of hallucinatory kung fu warehouse fights and dungeon ghastliness because I never have seen a film lose it's way so completely. DISCO GODFATHER needed to stay firmly on the roller disco floor with all the other dancing wannabees and leave the drug lecture outside with Bucky, the 7ft he-man nephew. Rudy Ray Moore is terrific as the caring sharing flab-man in blue silk jump suit and silver shoes of the title... and the music for the most part is great, but oh dear, once the action leaves the dance floor, this dancing dictating Godfather becomes a religious revival meeting bore. Watch the first half only. Stop after the roller disco dude in his underpants does his spin thing.

Please, for the love of God, do whatever you have to do to avoid seeing this film. If you value your time and sanity, go to YouTube, watch the preview, say "put your weight on it" about 12 times, and wash your hands of the whole wretched affair. The preview makes it look like it MIGHT be 90 minutes of absurd genius, but rest assured--this is one of the single worst films ever made. Up there with "Troll 2"..."Manos"..."Attack of the Killer Shrews"...."Red Zone Cuba"...."Skydivers"...."Plan 9 from Outer Space." Like those, but not even funny to laugh at. Dear God, stay away from this movie.Let me put it to you like this. Imagine, if you will, that you are trapped in a godawful home- video recreation of "Saturday Night Fever," and Rudy Ray Moore will not stop yelling, "Put your weight on it! Put your weight on it! I'm the Disco Godfather! Put some soul in your stroll! Dip in your hip! Glide in your stride! Put your weight on it!" Now add to that piquant little fantasy a whole battalion of flashing lights, some terribly executed "trippy drug freakout" sequences, more disco dancing than ACTUALLY OCCURRED IN THE ENTIRE DECADE OF THE 1970s, and a completely meaningless and terrible storyline vaguely concerning Dolemite crusading to rid the 'hood from the terrors of PCP. Punch that up with exactly 2 (two) brief fight sequences, both of which have their highlights featured in the trailer (and seeing #2 boiled down to a series of jumpkicks is really very preferable to the genuine article), several interminable speeches about drugs and violence (one of which is delivered by a police commissioner into a phone which has not been dialed yet), and you have the recipe for a truly, truly wretched piece of cinema. I watched everything but the first half hour on fast-forward, and it still felt like I lost the better part of my youth.