Disco club owner and former cop Tucker Williams (a lively and charming performance by Rudy Ray Moore) declares war on local dope pushers after his nephew Bucky (likeable Julius Carry) gets strung out on angel dust.
Director J. Robert Wagner not only keeps the enjoyably loopy story moving along at a brisk pace, but also treats the loco material with an incredibly earnest attitude that's often so heavy-handed that it results in many choice moments of gut-busting (unintentional?) hilarity that include several extremely insane and outrageous PCP hallucinations (Moore totally bugging out while under the influence of angel dust at the end in particular is a gloriously delirious marvel to behold). Moreover, the usual hysterically inept and unconvincing chopsocky antics, the hopelessly garish disco aspect, and Moore's herky-jerky dance moves and raucous proto-rap rhymes all give this picture a certain irresistibly kitschy appeal. Carol Speed lends sturdy support as Tucker's loyal assistant Noel, Jerry Jones does well as the concerned Dr. Fred Mathis, and Hawthorne Jones has an eye-rolling wicked ball as evil drug kingpin Stinger Ray. The groovy pulsating disco soundtrack hits the get-down funky-grinding spot something sweet. An absolute campy hoot.
Disco Godfather
1979
Action / Crime / Drama / Thriller
Disco Godfather
1979
Action / Crime / Drama / Thriller
Plot summary
A retired cop becomes a DJ/celebrity at the Blueberry Hill disco-- he's the "Disco Godfather!" All is well until his nephew flips out on a strange new drug that's sweeping the streets, called "angel dust," or PCP. Disco Godfather vows "to personally come down on the suckers that's producing this shit!" He takes to the streets, slaps drug dealers and even exposes a crooked cop that is covering for the dealers. In between, he still finds time to manage the Blueberry Hill and perform. "Put a little slide in yo' glide," he pleads to the patrons, "Put some weight on it!" Disco Godfather tracks down the kingpin that is behind all the angel dust production, but not before he is kidnapped and forced to inhale PCP through a gas mask!
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Rudy Ray Moore puts his weight on attacking the wack
Another home movie from Rudy Ray Moore.
It's very hard to review the films of Rudy Ray Moore. They are horrible in so many ways yet apparently some people think that is intentional. All I know is that this film is like the last movie I saw of Moore's--completely unprofessional and looking more like a home movie than a real film. The acting (especially by Moore) is often terrible as many of the 'actors' have trouble reciting their lines, the plot is VERY thin (as most of the time the film just consists of folks disco dancing) and the production values are from the Ed Wood Jr. school of film making.
Rudy Ray Moore stars as Tucker Williams, a.k.a. 'The Disco Godfather'. He mostly hangs around the disco but is called to action in response to an outbreak of PCP in the ghetto. The scenes at the mental hospital of all the angel dust victims is unintentionally hilarious but it stirs Tucker to act. However, nothing really occurs for a long time after this meeting--you mostly see folks disco dancing the night away! Later, the plot, such as it is, slowly is revealed and Tucker uses his 'Disco Squad' to thwart evil. Tucker is one bad mo', as he uses his kung fu skills* to stop the baddies.
I actually happen to like blacksploitation films and have probably reviewed more than just about anyone. Quality-wise, Moore's films are in a class by themselves--they are THAT bad. Good for a laugh but too slow to make them must-sees for bad movie buffs.
*The kung fu, like in Moore's first film "Dolomite". The blows don't even come close to landing and it looks like a middle aged guy trying to fake martial arts skills--which is exactly what is happening. It's sad...and funny.
Cult movie madness
DISCO GODFATHER is the last of Rudy Ray Moore's '70s schlock-fests and possibly the most surreal of them. The story sees Moore's titular character going on a rampage of revenge when his nephew gets whacked-out after overdosing on the new designer drug angel dust. What follows is lots of cheesy, foul-mouthed dialogue, disco dancing excessiveness, barely-clothed women and some extremely cheesy kung fu-style fight sequences. Things build to a climax straight out of a Bond film, while there are some really garish and unusual sequences in which Moore goes out of his mind due to some crazy hallucinations. The definition of a cult movie, pretty much.