Slow pace in the most part of the movie.

Excellent but underrated film

Absolutely the worst movie.

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

The really amazing thing about this movie is that almost everybody in it ended up having a career. In real films and television shows that you've actually heard of. Seriously, follow the links. I guess that you have to start somewhere. The good news is that there are lots of hot, hairy-chested, black guys in skin tight, low cut outfits. The bad news is that Rudy Ray Moore isn't one of them. He's a bit of a middle-aged blob, and he probably should have kept his man-boobs covered instead of jiggling them in my face. There, I said it. The other amazing thing is that, when the credits roll, there about three actors and about 300 dancers - disco dancers, disco skaters, featured disco dancers, featured disco skaters. Really. Which probably explains why the reporters at the press conference looked suspiciously like the featured disco dancers. Anyway, I think the moral of the story is that you're supposed to smoke angel dust before you watch the movie.

"He thinks he's an unborn caterpillar" and being thoroughly locked and loaded, he acted it out...An entire cast -- and what looked to be crew -- with bloodstream's packing drug cocktails while the roller disco went on...Lines delivered with eyes half-closed to sweaty bone-skinny costars wearing a colorful variety of metallic fabrics...it was indeed sweet priceless jive, 50% of which sadly went unheard...slurred & muffled out into the shadows engulfing the poorly lit actors...And fake punches were badly thrown...But to the beat of deliciously dance-inducing funk...making up for the muddy talent...and besides, who can say no to disco-karate-fever followed by hallucinations so far-freaking-out! ...They attacked the whack -- then whacked the attack -- and by the end there was a vampire woman, red eyed demons, a soul-train exorcism, and the reveal of the story's meaning...disco godfather hates his aunt Betty.

Rudy Ray Moore is back doing what he does best, kickin' ass and takin' names (even though he doesn't seem to do as much of either in this film). He's the owner of a successful disco, who gets involved in tracking down a dope kingpin after his nephew goes nuts from using Angel Dust. As per usual RRM fare, he beats up the bad guys while dispensing elaborate put downs.Just to get this out of the way, I am a fan of RRM's other films, but this one didn't seem to be quite up to the same level of his previous pictures. I don't think that it was the fact that there wasn't any profanity or nudity or that the violence was toned down, but it seemed like they were trying to make a street smart after school special. I'm not saying that this can't be done (hell, lots of flicks deal with adult issues in terms that can be considered family friendly), but they missed the mark here. RRM is OK (in my humble opinion something was lacking in his performance) and there is a plot, but that's about as far as it goes. It didn't seem to have the same street rep. that Moore's other films had. In addition, the Dolemite films were better because they weren't trying to play with kid gloves.Recommended only to die hard RRM fans.

In college, my friends and I would have "Bad Movie Night" once a week with the goal of finding the worst movie possible and watching it over beer, chips, and popcorn. While there were good challenges from Dr. Tarr's Torture Dungeon, Cycle Vixens, and Cheerleaders Wild Weekend, Avenging Disco Godfather was so bad, it was actually good. Well, in a bad sort of way. Too serious to be a parody and too ridiculous to be a morality play, AVD was putrid throughout. The 10-minute acid trip scene would only be interesting if you were actually on acid...and then only maybe.