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DVD Review: The Disco Exorcist

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It is 1979 and blithely charming narcissist Rex Romanski (Michael Reed) spots sultry Rita Marie (Ruth Sullivan) across the disco floor. Dancing inevitably leads to hot sex and they meet up at the club again the next night. But Rex’s eye is already roaming and he makes contact with the woman of his dreams, pornstar Amoreena Jones (Sarah Nicklin). Rita Marie doesn’t take rejection well; scorned, she unleashes hell in the form of a voodoo curse. Before he knows what’s happening, Rex is surrounded by murderously possessed women and ultimately finds himself at an orgy being attacked by zombies Rita Marie has raised from the local cemetery. An impromptu exorcism is called for, though it might not be a lasting success…

The Disco Exorcist (2011) is Rhode Island director Richard Griffin’s ode to ’70s exploitation and as such is difficult to criticize. What it does, it does very well… the question is whether it’s actually worth doing. Although it’s shot on digital video, cinematographer Jill Poisson (along with some post-production enhancement) has caught the look of ’70s exploitation perfectly – the garish day-glo colours, the overuse of star filters, the slightly overlit cheap sets dressed with lava lamps and black velvet paintings. This movie has a kind of visual authenticity lacking in Grindhouse, Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino’s similar attempt to honour the sleaze of bygone days.

The cast for the most part achieves a perfect balance between playing straight and mocking the period’s cheesy acting. The three leads in particular, and a brief turn by theatre actor Michael Thurber as an amusing stand-in for Anton LaVey, indicate that regional filmmaker Griffin definitely has talent. For the most part, within its limited intentions, the movie is well-directed and edited. Gore and makeup effects are effective… it’s all very much like a lost grindhouse movie someone dug out of a forgotten basement.

Perhaps, in a way, it’s too successful. Pastiche is a tricky thing. Too faithful to its inspiration, and what’s the point? Too mocking, and why bother because condescension towards what’s being parodied may seem wasted effort. There are many reasons why some of us enjoy watching low-budget exploitation movies: sometimes they actually overcome their limitations with imagination; sometimes they’re illuminating about the time and culture they rise out of; and sometimes they’re actually entertaining in their awfulness, which makes them good party viewing. The Disco Exorcist aims for the latter, trying to be funny by being bad, but in an affectionate way. To some degree, it succeeds, but the script (by Tony Nunes) isn’t as funny as it needs to be, so as a viewer you fall back on the narrative to maintain interest.

Unfortunately, the movie doesn’t follow the most interesting elements of the story. In trying to cram as much in as they can, Nunes and Griffin end up leaning more towards sexploitation than horror and too much of the running time is given over to softcore scenes at the expense of suspense and scares. It is too bad because Ruth Sullivan gives a strong performance as Rita Marie, a woman justified in her anger, while the “romance” between Rex and Amoreena never rises above a shallow porn movie fantasy. The one time when everything really comes together is the sequence which intercuts Rex and Amoreena’s athletic coupling with Rita Marie’s ceremony summoning some kind of vengeful spirit. Here, Griffin shows visual and narrative imagination and you’re left wishing he’d set out to make a slightly more serious horror movie.

The DVD from Wild Eye presents an excellent image, given the deliberate fake scratches and print damage, with clear audio. There is one brief “deleted scene&rdquo – actually just an extension of the fake porno shoot seen in the feature – and an audio commentary in which Griffin is joined by Reed, Nicklin, and producer Ted Marr for an amiable chat about the movie’s inspiration and accomplishing the project on a minimal budget.

It is always interesting to see what’s being done on the margins, in places not often associated with film production, and The Disco Exorcist is good enough to make you wish that Griffin and his cohorts might try something a bit more ambitious than simply mocking things that are so easy to mock. In every respect, this is a huge improvement over Griffin’s 2004 amateurish zombie comedy Feeding the Masses, but I think I’d still rather watch William Girdler’s Abby (1974) again to get the authentic exploitation experience.

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About K. George

I have been a film editor for some twenty years, cutting shorts and features, drama and documentary, theatrical and television. Since my earliest memories of movies — watching Omar Sharif as Ghengis Khan, Ursula Andress as She in the Odeon or Regent or Pavilion in Chelmsford, Essex, in the early ’60s, or catching King Kong or Quatermass 2 on a small black and white television in our living room in White Roding — what engaged me, and still engages me, is story and the techniques of storytelling. Even in my documentary work, the concern is always with how to shape the material into a compelling narrative. When I returned to school in my mid-20s, I started hanging out at the University of Winnipeg student newspaper office and eventually became the weekly film reviewer — an excellent gig because it meant I got to see a lot of movies for free. No doubt that experience helped when I fortuitously got an opportunity to go to Los Angeles and interview David Lynch and many of his collaborators on the production of Eraserhead for an article for Cinefantastique. And that article in turn landed me a job on the production of Lynch’s Dune, a remarkable six months in Mexico helping to document the day-to-day details of production on one of the most expensive movies ever made. Eventually returning to Winnipeg, I wrote fairly regularly about film and other matters for Border Crossings, an arts quarterly. And then, in 1989, I joined the Winnipeg Film Group and set about making my own first film, a 9-minute comedy in the form of a dubious documentary called Incident at Pickerel Fillet. This was followed by a short piece in a collaborative project called The Exquisite Corpse, and then a more ambitious comedy parodying old-style sci-fi movie serials called The Adventures of Stella Starr of the Galaxy Rangers in the 23rd Century. These experiences led inexorably to a career in film editing, mostly on documentaries. Over the years, I have also sporadically continued writing — a number of unfilmed scripts, plus a brief history of the Winnipeg Film Group for Cinema Scope, and most recently a chapter on filmmaker John Kozak in the WFG’s anthology about Winnipeg directors, Place.