I hesitate to call The Greasy Strangler a horror-comedy because it s more surreal than humorous. The key distinction between humor and surreality is whether or not a joke is played for laughs. Many of the gags in The Greasy Strangler aren t really funny, but rather repulsive, confusing and annoying. That s not a knock, but rather an observation. This is, after all, a film where a disco-obsessed older man (who looks like a spray-tanned Spalding Grey wearing a Beethoven wig) competes with his pathetically nebbish son (thinning hair, clunky grandma glasses, ugly turtlenecks, prominent gut) to win the affection of the only woman deluded enough to be interested in them both (frizzy Lucille Ball-style red wig, squat, overweight). Oh, and the father s the murderous, grease-obsessed title character, and he frequently lets his penis (it looks like a dehydrated tuber with an angry red tip) hang out for no apparent reason. Is any of this funny? Sometimes, though not often.