1977 Blaxploitation sorta-superhero movie
Rating: 4/20 (Fred: 4/20; Josh: 3/20; Ryan: 5/20; Libby: Was not able to finish because she had to explain racism to her 8-year-old son)
Plot: A black doctor experimenting with rabbits moves into a white neighborhood with his family. The white folk don’t like it so much and respond like any normal racist would–killing their new neighbors’ pet and hanging it at the front door, shouting racist things, attempting to steal their Frisbees, attempted murder. The titular local civil rights leader begins to defend them. Eventually, the doctor perfects his potion and turns Abar into a superhero.
I love movies that are in English but still dubbed. The dubbing makes the guy playing the doctor–J. Walter Smith, who also co-wrote this and then did nothing else at all in the movie biz–seem like an even worse actor than he is, something that I imagine was very difficult to pull off. Tobar Mayo plays the superhero, and I don’t know if it’s his build or his bald head, but I thought he could have pulled off action star in movies with bigger budgets. He was in Killer of Sheep which is a movie much different than this one although it tries to accomplish some of the same things. And he was “Third Indian” in Escape from New York. This is really inept filmmaking and storytelling. The first hour of the movie focuses, sometimes uncomfortably, on the racism. Director Frank Packard (his only directing credit) plays the Martin Luther King Jr. card early and often, hammering you over the head with the message. Then, the movie shifts gears dramatically, the doctor starts shooting rabbits to show that he’s perfected the formula to make rabbits bulletproof, and we get more of the sci-fi superhero nonsense that my Bad Movie cohorts and I wanted for this week’s selection. And it is nonsense! Sure, this titular superman can fight, but he’s also got these telepathic abilities to turn prostitutes and drug dealers into college graduates, liquor into milk, and purse snatchers into quality citizens. He can also cause giant snakes to materialize. Superman can’t do that! It’s so goofy, and I think at this stage, the movie’s message gets a little muddy. After all, this movie was really focused on the clash between hateful whites and black people minding their own business, not on the problems with black urban youth. The last half hour isn’t enough to salvage this and make it an enjoyable bad movie although there is a twist at the end with Frisbee woman that has to be seen to be believed. And there is a misshapen pimp who made me laugh. Tony Rumford plays Dr. Kincade’s son, and he’s the worst child actor I’ve seen in a while. This was also his only role. His is a performance that stands out, and trust me, that’s difficult in a movie like this. This is an interesting little socially-critical document, but it’s not anywhere near a good movie and probably not a very good bad movie either.
