It's very hard to review the films of Rudy Ray Moore. They are horrible in so many ways yet apparently some people think that is intentional. All I know is that this film is like the last movie I saw of Moore's--completely unprofessional and looking more like a home movie than a real film. The acting (especially by Moore) is often terrible as many of the 'actors' have trouble reciting their lines, the plot is VERY thin (as most of the time the film just consists of folks disco dancing) and the production values are from the Ed Wood Jr. school of film making.Rudy Ray Moore stars as Tucker Williams, a.k.a. 'The Disco Godfather'. He mostly hangs around the disco but is called to action in response to an outbreak of PCP in the ghetto. The scenes at the mental hospital of all the angel dust victims is unintentionally hilarious but it stirs Tucker to act. However, nothing really occurs for a long time after this meeting--you mostly see folks disco dancing the night away! Later, the plot, such as it is, slowly is revealed and Tucker uses his 'Disco Squad' to thwart evil. Tucker is one bad mo', as he uses his kung fu skills* to stop the baddies.I actually happen to like blacksploitation films and have probably reviewed more than just about anyone. Quality-wise, Moore's films are in a class by themselves--they are THAT bad. Good for a laugh but too slow to make them must-sees for bad movie buffs.*The kung fu, like in Moore's first film "Dolomite". The blows don't even come close to landing and it looks like a middle aged guy trying to fake martial arts skills--which is exactly what is happening. It's sad...and funny.

Put yo weight on it! I was born in the early/mid-80s so I grew up well past the prime of disco, so I can't vouch for what makes horrible disco dancing. But if I had to guess, I'd say Rudy Ray Moore sucks at it. Unless contorting your face and stabbing the air with your pelvis constitutes wicked disco skills; I could be wrong. As the 70s were drawing to a close, Rudy Ray Moore was riding that disco high and decided to be a little more socially conscious with his fourth feature. In what may or may not be a serious attempt at an anti-drug message, Moore and director J. Robert Wagoner (and screen writing help from former collaborator Cliff Roquemore) have Moore tackling his most dangerous adversary yet: angel dust. Moore is Tucker Williams, a retired police officer who runs the hottest local disco joint, Blueberry Hill. But all is not well…there is a new drug flooding the streets and the youth are becoming addicted to angel dust. When Tucker's nephew Bucky suffers a mental breakdown from a bad trip in the middle of his club, Tucker makes it his solemn duty to track down the supplier of the drug and clean up the streets. Known as the Disco Godfather, he begins an investigation into its local production at the command of Stinger Ray, a local businessman whose legitimate front is some sort of basketball team he is recruiting for. Or something. I couldn't quite figure out who Stinger Ray was supposed to be. Zaniness ensues."Haven't you heard, Godfather? Our children are dying."The movie begins with a nearly ten minute sequence of disco dancing at Blueberry Hill with Moore chanting "Put yo weight on it!" in a failed attempt to institute a new catchphrase, presumably to pad the running time to feature length. You need to have a bit of patience with this movie because it has a tendency to cram in a disco break randomly, regardless of how it brings the story to a screeching halt. If Moore and the filmmakers had intended to do a serious movie to address a serious social issue, they probably shouldn't have made the drug portions so hilarious. The people high on angel dust in this movie are just too funny, accurate or not. I've never witnessed anyone high on the drug, and I have my doubts that the writers were overly concerned with research. Disco! There's a scene where the Disco Godfather is given a tour through a facility where people recover from angel dust, but it doesn't quite have the effect I think the filmmakers were going for. The movie has the usual bits of awesome we've come to expect from a Rudy Ray Moore movie: cheesy effects, horrible acting, and moments of total absurdity. There's a point where the Disco Godfather battles a cowboy. No joke, a cowboy. And the cowboy is using a whip. It's just so bizarre and misplaced, and I totally love moments like it.I do need to give this movie some credit. It is the first Rudy Ray Moore movie I've seen with structure! There aren't multiple plot lines going in random directions, but one solid story of the Godfather's battle against angel dust. The problem is that the movie is just boring. It's weak. I watch Moore's movies for the absurd characters, low production value, and strange attempts at action. We don't get much of that here. With the quasi-serious tone, we lose a lot of the WTF factor that makes Moore's movies so fun to watch. DISCO GODFATHER is a difficult movie to remember after seeing it because there really isn't anything memorable here. I honestly didn't care about this movie for 90% of it until the final battle at the angel dust production plant. Moore busts out with his weird brand of kung-fu as he battles his way into the plant until *gasp!* he's exposed to angel dust! Moore's nightmare on angel dust makes it worth the hassle of watching his movie. It's the best Moore moment since the final battle through the house on the hill in THE HUMAN TORNADO. Oh, and we get some of the regular cast in the movie. Jimmy Lynch and Jerry Jones return, and Lady Reed is relegated to a minor role that spares us her usual painful line delivery. In the end, the movie fails to live up to any of Moore's movies that came before it. It doesn't have nearly as many laughs, and it has 100% more disco. If it weren't for the awesome finale, I probably would have marked it even lower.

'The Avenging Disco Godfather' is actually a rather amazing film. The first time you watch it, you will find yourself transfixed and mesmerized, but unsure as to why. There are a number of reasons for this...The lighting in this film is so completely inept and perplexing that it will blow your mind. I truly believe that all of the budget that was initially set aside for lighting was spent on PCP. This entire film appears to be lit with disco lights. There are some scenes that are so dark, all you can see is teeth. Occasionally people wander towards the back of the frame and disappear. You really have to see it to appreciate the amazingness, words cannot convey...The Doctor. If your Doctor looks like this, you are in trouble. First off, he looks like a PCP dealer. The man is always wearing sunglasses. The scene in which he is in the SUPER dark hospital room with Bucky, he has his shades on. There is no logical reason for a man (let alone a doctor) to where sunglasses in a pitch black room. And further more, what possible reason would there be for keeping a hospital room as black as midnight? I think the main reason for this, is that everyone was on PCP, making things appear much brighter than they actually were...The PCP Factory. The PCP factory that is apparently supplying most the world with PCP is a small room in an abandoned warehouse with no laboratory equipment. Sweetmeat (the head PCP distributor) rolls into his 'factory' and demands that 1500 gallons of PCP be produced. Huh? A lab of this size would have trouble producing an ounce of PCP in an afternoon. 1500 gallons? hahaha. Not only that, they were also supposed to dip 10,000 cigarettes in the PCP at the lab. That is 19 liquid ounces of PCP per cigarette!!! Wow! The Disco Godfather himself. Rudy Ray Moore is an incredible actor, with an even more incredible sense of fashion. Put your weight on it!!! His gift for delivering dialogue, being a pimp, a superStar DJ, and blowing a bunch of nose candy off of a Saturday Night Fever Album cannot be topped. In addition, his Kung-Fu stylings are not of this Earth...The incredible PCP freak-outs. These are truly the work of a cinematic visionary. These scenes take you deep inside the mind of an individual in the midst of a deranged PCP freak-out. Very believable...The amazing ending of this film can truly not be described. I love how The Disco Godfather is captured, forced to wear a gas mask, and gassed with PCP. Following this, he has an amazing sequence of visions involving PCP archetypes, and his mother. Things then proceed to abruptly end. I think they must of run out of film...The dialogue. The mistake-filled press conference is a sight to behold. Try and count the mistakes, I dare you. Attack the Wack!!!There are so many more examples of ineptitude and confusion that I could probably write a book if I were so inclined. However, duty calls and I must go out and Attack the Wack. Put your Weight on it!!!

On recommendation of one of my friends, I picked up this movie. It was at Wal-Mart on DVD for $10, so why not?The many disco scenes were refreshing to see, and seeing Rudy Ray Moore himself get down to the disco grooves was highly impressive. However, this is not one of his best works!A large portion of this movie is just Rudy Ray saying how much he hates those who use PCP, and keep it on the streets. He's going to get revenge by [messing] up some mother[messers]!Personally, I like my Dolemite movies with a ton of cursing and lots of action scene, not a serious message. However, the "trip" scenes, where people are freaking out because of the PCP, are well worth this. Quite possibly some of the freakiest cinematography I've ever seen.I liked this movie mostly for the first 15 minutes and the last 15 minutes. Everything else is just filler, so you might as well watch the first fifteen minutes, go to any Drug Abuse information site and learn about PCP on your own, then come back and watch the last.OVERALL, I would give this movie a 8/10, because the good outweighs the bad. Must see if you are a fan of Mr. Rudy Ray Moore.