Plot Details: This opinion reveals minor details about the movie's plot.

The establishing shots of this film will tell you from the getgo what you're getting: We're introduced to the Blueberry Club, a disco that is so hip and happening that everybody already jimmies & jives half a mile down the block on their way in.

Lots of close-ups on the hip disco outfits and gold chains, the first 10 minutes of the film are solely dedicated to showing us the "latest" dance moves and establish how hot Tucker, also known as the Disco Godfather, truly is.

The Godfather’s favorite phrase as he spins the vynils and works the mike is “Put your weight on it! Put your WEIGHT oooon eeeet!”

The story: Disco Godfather’s nephew Bucky trips out badly on some Angeldust inside the Blueberry Club and Disco Godfather is determined to put an end to the new drug that poisons the neighborhood.

Bucky’s halluzinations alone are worth watching the film, but even more hilarious are the ‘sample cases’ of men and women at the mental ward who all lost their brains from doing too much PCP.

20 or so adults wiggle and babble in one room, apparently all victims of the new Angeldust. Obviously, treatment consists of all of them being tossed into one room and a doctor wearing shades watching them and hoping for one or the other relative to let him try out his new electroshock therapy.

A woman, formerly the top drug dealer-ess of the neighborhood, completely lost her mind one day from too much PCP and supposedly served her 4-year-old for dinner because in her hallucinations, “the ham cried too much and she didn’t want it to spoil the Thanksgiving Dinner.”

There's a gem of dialog for you, obviously produced for maximum shock value.

Yes, the Disco Godfather even has his Disco Squad where only the best of the best can join the hip-shaking and during the club shows of Disco Godfather and his troupe he shows the world how to hail the disco ball.

Amateur Kung-Fu in bellbottoms and platform shoes adds to the amusement of hilariously staged hallucinations, disco outfits and afros.

A former cop, Godfather is putting together his troupe of Angels Against Dust. Who better than to join the anti-drugdealer army than visitors of the disco: Godfather sends his secretary out to the front door with a clipboard to take the names of those night's guests who want to assist him in his fight against Angeldust.

Disco Godfather was obviously meant to be an anti-drug movie for the black community of the late 70’s and the lead was played by Rudy Ray Moore, who supposedly blamed this film, also known as Avenging Disco Godfather, for ending his career.

In reality, it was probably the combination of an end to the era of Blaxploitation films and the less than Oscar-worthy acting that did it for Moore.

Moore’s only other notable celluloid achievement was Dolemite, another “bad brotha” film of the 70’s, which supposedly has a loosely based follow-up in the making this year.

The pimp daddy Dolemite dialog like “Dolemite is my name and fu*kin’ up mothafu*kas is my game” did not carry over into Disco Godfather, though, which relies more on anti-drug propaganda preaching.

Whenever Moore delivers dialog, his rhythm and wording is that of an old lady rather than a middle-aged kung-fu fighting ex-cop D.J. Maybe in the 70’s this film had some validity, today however it’s just one of the most hilarious disco flicks with a supposed purpose and badly portrayed drug victims.

If you’re familiar with old anti-drug propaganda like Reefer Madness – well, there you have it, wrapped in the funky sounds of disco and accompanied by bad kung fu. It’s Huggy Bear and the original Shaft, with psychedelic hallucinations straight out of Spiritual Kung Fu wrapped into Saturday Night Fever.

If you’ve ever seen Pootie Tang or I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, Disco Godfather is the kind of film those two made fun of. The showdown ending of Disco Godfather has to be the most hilarious collection of bad guys known to man.

Guys in chaps and cowboy hats swinging their whips seem to be just as common on the streets as sumo-style stomping dope pushers. One fight after the other to the disco sounds of "one-way ticket to hell" - if you can stay serious during the snarling and growling delivered by grown-up guys in their fights to the bitter end, you're a tougher person than me.

This film was pulled off our store's shelves in a field destroy. Obviously it hasn’t rented very often and as such, died the merciless death of a corporate listing of titles that actually would have been worth keeping. However, Disco Godfather is now also available on DVD and may become available as the DVD rental sections start to grow.

Either way, if you and a few friends want to get together and laugh about some bad anti-drug propaganda, funky disco fare and bad martial arts, it’s worth tracking down this film any which way you can.

Recommended: Yes

Viewing Format: VHS
Video Occasion: Good for Groups