The Greasy Strangler

You embrace The Greasy Strangler for what it is: surrender to its vile idiocy and have the time of your life, or walk away, dull, boring and oh-so-clever.

Despite its repulsiveness, The Greasy Strangler has a dreamlike quality about it: It's so un-life-like, that you're transported to a fantasy world that's unmistakably a cinematic creation.

Its willful determination to be outré proves its undoing.

It made me chuckle, made me wince a little-and it made me enjoy telling people about it and watching them squint dubiously at me as if they suspected me of making it all up.

The best thing about "The Greasy Strangler": that title. The worst thing about "The Greasy Strangler": everything that follows that title.

Like an early John Waters movie but without the sophistication, this aggressively inane horror comedy manages to cram in every disgusting, deviant activity you couldn't begin to imagine.

Definitely should have been a short film.

Make this the greasiest feast since that goose you cooked on Christmas...a good time for all, and a great excuse to let loose and become your most primal self.

The Greasy Strangler becomes an exhausting slog. Such paltry ambitions make the film the exact opposite of everything it's longing to be. In a word, it's boring.

You may hate it with every fiber of your being, but you'll never, ever forget it, and I'm fairly certain the filmmakers will be just fine with that outcome.