The Disco Exorcist – Review

15th October 2013

I feel a quote from the much under-rated TV comedy Mongrels sums up my feelings towards this film.

“It is a shitty movie! I want to take a dump in the sandpit of the director who made this shitty, shitty movie, so that his children play in the sandpit, and catch the roundworm parasite, and go blind!”

The Disco Exorcist is supposed to be a pastiche of grind-house sexploitation films. Actually the makers may have been trying to make a genuine entry into the genre. Perhaps they thought that cinema reached it’s zenith then and instead of trying to bring anything new to the party decided to retreat into the past where things were safer, simpler, joke could be implied through a wink and a flash of boob without the need to create actual jokes. You could shoot on shitty, shitty sets and not bother dressing them up because it added to the cheap aesthetic of it all. Everyone could takes their clothes off several thousand times whether you wanted them to or if they should. I have seen lead actor Michael Reed’s rear-end enough for a thousand life times.

The cast and filmmakers seem to be having fun. In fact it feels like one big in-gag that only they will find funny watching back at 3am when they’re all drunk and can nostalgically reminisce about the great time they had making that ‘funny film about boobs and demons’. The Disco Exorcist is not funny, it isn’t scary and it isn’t in the least bit titillating. In that regard it has succeeded in being like a 70s sexploitation, they weren’t very funny, scary or sexy. But by-gum they were liberating! Or some other gubbins like that. Anyway I’ve already said way too much than this film deserves. Bye.

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