As someone who’s fascinated by the combination of psycho-sexuality and horror, whilst having an intense phobia of surgery and the human body, Excision spoke to me on every level. Not only is this a coming-of-age film through that framework, it doubly manages to be a humorous satire of the typical traditionalist-conservative suburban family. Mix those two ideas in a blender and you’re left with a horribly tragic tale of a sexually repressed teenager whose refuges of safety, from her home…
Anytime I started to mildly laugh, the filmmakers stretched what little life there was out of the joke. Faux transgressive and offering close to nothing substantial beyond gross-out-visuals, The Greasy Strangler is an exhaustive exercise in depravity that misunderstands the sincerity of John Waters’ work. I could tolerate intentionally poor acting, writing, etc. if the film had a point—unfortunately, as Jeff Goldblum famously proclaimed in Jurassic Park...
“They were so preoccupied with whether they could, they didn't stop to think if they should.“
...and that just about sums it up.