Superfly (1972)

Everything expected of a Blaxplo flick is here. Drug-related crime, pumping funk, gratuitous sex. Ghastly clothes and ghastlier cars, a decaying big city, badass attitude plus some superfluous social commentary mostly regarding »The Man«. Even a little martial arts, a split-screen still-frame sequence and the ubiquitous fat typography. So, is there anything unique to be found in this disillusioned and cynical gangster drama, or only the early use of stereotypes that has since become stock ingredients?

Well, there is a certain ambivalence. An unwilling father figure, a growing earnestness in the desperate struggle to get out, a subdued energy. And a strained but neat twist at the end. Maybe in my book after all.

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