Disco Godfather [1979]

[Cross-posted on the Bad Movie Night Facebook page.]

We've been having a lot of bad movie milestones lately and last night's movie was another one: our first blaxploitation film ("Black Ninja" has elements of this, true, but doesn't count). I know; we can't believe it's taken this long either. 

The film in question was "Disco Godfather", a movie about a disco owner and reserve cop (played by the amazing and unfathomable Rudy Ray Moore) and his attempts to combat the selling and use of angel duss. Angel dusss becomes a problem when his nephew goes crazy on it and ends up in the hospital sharing the same hallucination with other angel dussss users (one of whom has a reverend and church choir circling her bed while praying for her soul because prayer is better than modern medicine). Mr. Godfather and a politician put on a rally to "Attack the Wack" or possibly "Wack the Attack" on angel dusssss. It's a little ambiguous whether they want to stop it or encourage it. The movie pretty much breaks down to 25% disco dancing, 25% street fighting (of which apparently you can get random joggers to join you in the cause of stopping angel dussssss), 25% hallucinations, and 25% actual plot. 

But all you really need to do to solve your problems? "Put your weight on it!"

Quote:

Police Chief: "I don't get you!"

D.G.: "I DON'T GET ME EITHER!"