This 'instant cult classic' is proving divisive, with many film writers declaring it to be a work of subversive genius, but truth be told that is a case of The Emperor's New Clothes. Whilst the ambition of low-low-budget filming is often to be applauded, The Greasy Strangler is for the most part barely watchable, not because of its non-Hollywood stereotypes and gore/nudity, but because the script is repetitive (if you do not tire of hearing the phrase 'bulls**t artist' you have a very high tolerance level indeed), timing and delivery of lines are poor, the Casio-keyboard score irritates rather than amuses and the film serves no evident purpose. As an anti-Hollywood film it does everything to jar with expectations, from mise-en-scene to the bizarre love-triangle at the heart of the film, and the shark is truly jumped towards the end, but the bottom line is that it is a chore to sit through.
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