‘The Greasy Strangler’ Review: Uncompromising Comedy Mines Laughs from Extreme Weirdness

Jim Hosking and Toby Harvard’s debut feature belongs to a film history of provocation and goofy, gory splatter

The Greasy Strangler

“You’re such a gross-out, Dad. I might barf,” says Big Brayden (Sky Elobar, “Lady Dynamite”) to his aggressively disgusting father, Big Ronnie (Michael St. Michaels). And he’s got a point. The pair live in a grimy house, exclusively eat food dunked into sludgy grease, and tend to go about their days in flimsy bikini underwear or completely naked. (The film’s prosthetic penis department deserves recognition for its commitment to the construction of cartoonishly ugly fake genitalia.)

When they do put on clothes, it usually comes down to matching pink turtleneck sweaters and knit short-shorts, their uniform for the disco walking tours they conduct in a rundown section of Los Angeles.

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