Article by Aaron Haughton

The glittery finale in Rudy Ray Moore’s cycle of 1970s blaxploitation gems, Disco Godfather is without a doubt one of the most batshit insane and bewildering blaxploitation offerings to emerge from the 70s. It's full of drug-induced hallucinations, wonderfully schlocky camp, and Rudy Ray Moore at his absolute best. It's tighter and more cohesive than any of the Dolemite films, and it veers into avant-garde experimentation with surprising success. The last ten minutes of this film are hilariously insane and take the war on drugs to an entirely new extreme.

Rudy Ray Moore stars as Tucker Williams, an ex-cop and resident DJ at the nightclub Blueberry Hill Disco. All is beautifully funky, until his nephew Bucky (Julius J. Carry III) flips out on a strange new street drug called “angel dust.” The Disco Godfather vows "to personally come down on the suckers that's producing this shit!" He slaps drug dealers, forces the kingpin (James H. Hawthorne) to inhale his own product through a gas mask, and still finds time to pilot the Blueberry Hill.