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Showing posts with label Jim Hosking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jim Hosking. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 November 2025

Ebony & Ivory (2024)


The story of how Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder came together to write the classic duet "Ebony and Ivory." Not really. All you need to know about this movie is that it was made by the same whackjob who did The Greasy Strangler. For normal ass bitches, this would make it an automatic zero, but it's got some fringe appeal if you're into this alternative absurdist/surrealist anti-humor. You can actually save yourself a lot of time by just checking out the trailer. It's just more of that. It's fucking weird as shit, and intentionally abrasive and grating. It was an endurance test even for me. I'm not really sure who this is for; probably people who are really high, like Paul and Stevie apparently were when they hallucinated sheep excreting out the lyrics. It's simply too bizarre to discard entirely. It will always linger at some part of my subconscious.

1 Scottish cottage out of 5

Friday, 21 October 2016

THE GREASY STRANGLER [2016]

"How is this happening?" I found myself constantly wondering throughout writer/director Jim Hosking's vile demented comedy The Greasy Strangler.
A loathsome father & son go head to head for the love of a new woman in their life, while one of them develops a peculiar taste for smothering their naked body in layers of fatty grease and murdering people with his bare hands.
It's probably best described as Robert Crumb's Napoleon Dynamite in an Eraserhead-esque world.  Imagine that weird guy on the bus who reeks of sour milk and maple syrup that disturbingly stares at girls with a twisted grin on his face and you get an idea of how this film plays out.  It's about a half-hour too long which is a shame, because with a bit of tightening up and less repetition it might have made the perfect short film.
Not everybody is going to like this film, and with good reason, it's really fucking weird and unconditionally revolting.

3½ Salty Fun Blobs out of 5