Retired cop and celebrity DJ Tucker Williams (aka The Disco Godfather) takes to the streets as a dangerous hallucinogenic drug called Angel Dust begins to take hold of the neighborhood.
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Lack of good storyline.
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Yes, Disco Godfather is awful. Movie-wise, it has zero redeeming qualities, although roller-skate disco-dancing does come close. What it has is a plethora of hilarious mistakes, jumbled jive-dialogue, a lack of suspense where such is indicated, a preachy message, and many other little gems that will stick with the viewer for long time.Everything starts with the title of the film. It's hard to think a movie named (Avenging) Disco Godfather is something else than so-bad-it's- good. There is, indeed, plenty of disco. For the uninitiated it might be too high of a dose for a first time. What I mean is that Thank God It's Friday is a lightweight compared to this, and that film was a record company brochure in film format. And yes, there is much Godfather. When he is not busy spinning some hot tracks to all the funky people at the club and making them offers they can not refuse ("put your weight on it!"), he fights drugs in both word and deed.Alas, all this fun does not equal movie glory. Rudy Ray Moore rummages through the film like he's on a bad trip. Which must be how he felt, because this film has approximately 10-15 minutes of content, depending on who's counting, and the rest is utter padding. It's just not going anywhere, and the stalling that is the status quo is quite uninteresting beyond the giggles.If you feel like snorting some of this disco jive and laughing hysterically whenever you remember it, Disco Godfather just might be your drug of choice. For those looking for more than a short fix better steer clear.
A retired cop becomes a DJ/celebrity at the Blueberry Hill disco -- he is the Disco Godfather! All is well until his nephew flips out on a strange new drug that is sweeping the streets, called "angel dust" or PCP.What the heck is this? A disco movie? A drug movie? A police movie? I have no idea, and it seems that nobody else does either. And yet, it works... goodness gracious, it works. This is one crazy film and anyone who is into b-movies or cult films is sure to enjoy it.I do not know much about PCP, but the effects it has on the people in this movie definitely make me want to stay away. These same effects might cause other people to seek the drug out. More than 30 different analogues of PCP were reported as being used on the street during the 1970s and 1980s, though, so who knows what you might be getting.
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.
In college, my friends and I would have "Bad Movie Night" once a week with the goal of finding the worst movie possible and watching it over beer, chips, and popcorn. While there were good challenges from Dr. Tarr's Torture Dungeon, Cycle Vixens, and Cheerleaders Wild Weekend, Avenging Disco Godfather was so bad, it was actually good. Well, in a bad sort of way. Too serious to be a parody and too ridiculous to be a morality play, AVD was putrid throughout. The 10-minute acid trip scene would only be interesting if you were actually on acid...and then only maybe.