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Blu-ray Review: Disco Godfather


“Put your weight on it!
Put your weight on it put your WEIGHT on it!

Rudy Ray Moore is The Disco Godfather, owner and MC at the baddest disco in town. But there’s a new evil in the community: Angel Dust. Determined to find and destroy the source of ‘the whack,’ The Disco Godfather becomes a one-man fighting machine from south central to Beverly Hills. The last of Rudy Ray Moore’s 70s features, DISCO GODFATHER is easily the strangest and most original of his filmic output. Combining his trademark Kung-fu action with social commentary and hallucinogenic nightmare sequences which evoke the surreal weirdness of Coffin Joe, DISCO GODFATHER is an unforgettable cinematic finale from one of the greatest names in Blaxploitation film history.

disco_godfather_blu-ray_1As far as I’m concerned, the Blaxploitation movement can be divided into two parts: the normal ones, and the ones with Rudy Ray Moore. The singer/musician/comedian/actor/producer and all-around jack of all trades was one of the most famous faces in Blaxploitation – one whose Dolemite persona would launch a reasonably well known career. Previously and hilariously described as “a uniquely articulate pimp,” Moore’s creation of Dolemite, whose penchant for long, rhyming diatribes belted in his halting voice, would go on to create a post-Blaxploitation iconic rhythm and sound that would remain with the genre even after his death in 2008. (The character of Bullhorn in 2009’s surprise cult hit Black Dynamite, for instance, was heavily inspired by Moore’s unforgettable tenor, and can be heard as the trailer’s narrator.)

And it wasn’t just Rudy Ray Moore’s presence which made his run of films, including The Human Tornado, Petey Whitestraw, and this, Disco Godfather, so successful, but it was that Moore had the foresight to play the concepts of nearly all of them completely straight. Though The Human Tornado betrays this just a bit, relying more on comedy than the film it’s sequelizing, Dolemite, Moore’s filmography was grounded on playing the title character whose prestige and adoration could have only existed in the world of fiction. Thirty years before Will Ferrell would find similar but much more mainstream fame in playing comedic ego-maniacal characters, Moore was a kung-fu fighting, lady-bedding, rhyme-shouting “uniquely articulate pimp” who could garner the kinds of laughs that leave you wondering if he’s being serious or not. With multiple opportunities seized to show off his not-great body in a manner suggesting he boasted the same physique as Black Belt Jones’ Jim Kelly, or to engage in very poorly choreographed fight scenes, Moore is a constant on-screen force who elevates material either admittedly well-worn or absolutely unique. (Disco Godfather is definitely the latter.)

disco_godfather_blu-ray_4Disco Godfather would not only serve as Moore’s last leading performance of the 1980s, but also serve as the most befuddling and odd film of his career. A drug-scare film baked on high in the Blaxploitation oven, Moore plays the titular character (literally called “Mr. Disco” or “Mr. Godfather” by others) as a righteous discotheque and club owner who sees his promising basketball-playing nephew fall victim to the newest drug on the streets – angel dust – which causes the poor lad to suffer hallucinations in which demonic nuns growl through fangs and cut off his arms with a machete. If you’re thinking, “that sounds hilariously outlandish,” that’s because it is – and again, none of this is played for laughs, but it’s beautifully tempting to theorize that perhaps Moore and his crew had discovered the joys of what’s known as the straight-faced comedy long before anyone else. The earnestness of the writing and performances and, to be fair, the poor filmmaking are what make Disco Godfather, and Dolemite before it, so infectiously entertaining. And regardless of the inspiration, let’s not forget that, putting aside the sheer insanity, Disco Godfather proudly boasts a strong anti-drug message, showing its users as straightjacket bound in mental asylums and as people being spiritually torn apart by red-eyed demons. Yes, again, the film surrounding this message is absolutely absurd, but at least it was about something.

disco_godfather_blu-ray_6To emphatically discover that Disco Godfather had been purposely constructed as a straight-faced comedy would certainly show that Rudy Ray Moore was far more deserving of accolades for his abilities as a comedic performer, but sometimes it’s just more tempting to believe something like Disco Godfather was never driving for laughs, but ended up there anyway.


disco_godfather_blu-ray_2Grinning Skull is happy to quell any misgivings you may have about this gorgeous restoration from Vinegar Syndrome. As usual, Vinegar Syndrome continues to prove they are at the top of the pack amongst their cult label colleagues. A recent viewing of Disco Godfather on a terrible budget DVD release is still fresh in my mind, which not only presented the film poorly strictly on a technical level, but actually managed to stunt my overall enjoyment of it. With this fresh 2K transfer, Disco Godfather has literally come back to life, offering tremendous clarity, colors, and stability. And my enjoyment of it upon this second viewing, but in all honesty my first real viewing of it, definitely skyrocketed.

 THE SOUND 4.5/5

disco_godfather_blu-ray_5Ditto for Shrieking Demon Witch, who wants this audio to get out there and make it sound good, can you dig it? Disco Godfather features — hey, did you guess before I finished? — lots of disco. Disco music, disco sequences, and disco flava. Probably half of the film’s 90-minute running time is dedicated to scenes of people dancing disco and Moore encouraging — nay, insisting — that they “put more weight on it.” The hysterical dialogue comes across clear and well represented with only a small handful of instances of issues with sibilants. But man, that soundtrack…is the tops.


disco_godfather_blu-ray_3The complete list of special features is as follows:

  • “I, Dolemite IV” making-of documentary
  • Commentary track w/ Rudy Ray Moore’s biographer, Mark Jason Murray, Rudy Ray Moore, writer/director J. Robert Wagoner, co-writer Cliff Roquemore and rare on-set audio.
  • Soundtrack
  • Promotional still gallery
  • Alt. German and French language tracks
  • Original theatrical trailers for DISCO GODFATHER, DOLEMITE, & THE HUMAN TORNADO
  • Original cover artwork by Jay Shaw
  • Reversible cover artwork


disco_godfather_blu-ray_covIf you’re new to the Blaxploitation movement, I think it would be wise to check in with Foxy Brown, Sheba Baby, Black Caesar, and even Truck Turner to get a feel for the genre before you dive headlong into the wild world of Rudy Ray Moore. His face, voice, and schtick are very familiar if you “get it” and enjoy that world, but to those with just a cursory knowledge of the genre, he likely won’t come off familiar. (The poor asshole doesn’t even have a photo on his IMDb filmography page.) Blaxploitation offers its own charm and definitely its own way of doing things, and it’s best to settle in and find your groove before your whole world explodes upon your first high-kick to the face from Dolemite’s platform shoes. This stellar Blu-ray release of Disco Godfather gets my highest recommendation…if you think you’re ready for it.

(Thanks to Vinegar Syndrome for the screen grabs.)


Vinegar Syndrome is an exploitation film focused distribution company and film archive located in Bridgeport, CT. Founded by genre-film lovers for genre-film lovers, Vinegar Syndrome’s mission is to preserve, restore and release the massive number of exploitation titles in our archive. 


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J. Tonzelli is a writer, film critiquer, and avid Arnold/Van Damme/Bronson enthusiast who resides in rural South Jersey. He is the author of "The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween" and the "Fright Friends Adventure" series, co-authored with Chris Evangelista. He loves abandoned buildings, the supernatural, and films by John Carpenter. You can read some of his short fiction at his website, JTonzelli.com, or objectify him by staring at his tweets: @jtonzelli. He apologizes for all the profanity.

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