Petey Wheatstraw
Rudy Ray Moore makes a deal with the Devil to come back from the dead. Deranged and delightful.
Black-led American genre films, 1971 to 1976. A real industry moment, shut down as soon as something bigger came along.
Roughly two hundred films in five years, with Black leads, made largely for Black urban audiences, keeping several studios solvent along the way.
Melvin Van Peebles financed Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song (1971) independently and proved the audience existed. MGM's Shaft, the same year, proved a studio could monetise it. Crime films dominated, but the cycle also produced horror (Blacula), westerns (The Legend of Nigger Charley) and martial arts crossovers.
Junius Griffin, then head of the Beverly Hills NAACP, coined "blaxploitation" in 1972 as an attack. His charge was that white-owned studios were extracting money from Black audiences while recycling pimps and pushers. That criticism has force.
So does the reply. These films employed Black actors, directors, composers and crews at a scale the industry would not match again for twenty years, and gave Pam Grier and Gordon Parks careers.
Not because the audience left. Jaws and Star Wars arrived, the studios learned what a crossover blockbuster earned, and a targeted audience started to look small.
Coffy for Pam Grier. Super Fly for Curtis Mayfield, whose score spends its runtime arguing with the film it is in.
Rudy Ray Moore makes a deal with the Devil to come back from the dead. Deranged and delightful.
Cirio Santiago's Manila blaxploitation at full tilt, remembered for one fight staged in the dark.
A flamboyant pimp fights to stay on top as everything closes in. Sharper and sadder than most.
A biracial cop pairing hunts jewel thieves in Detroit. Tarantino re-released it for a reason.
Brown, Williamson and Kelly against a plot to poison the water supply.
Revenge via Haitian zombies. The best of the blaxploitation horror crossovers.
Half drama, half documentary of 1970s Oakland. The real players are in it.
An art film that was sold as a vampire picture. Recut and buried for decades.
A dead 1940s gangster possesses a mild law student. Blaxploitation crossed with the supernatural.
The blaxploitation Exorcist. A minister's wife is possessed by a sex demon. Warner Bros sued.
Technically inept and completely irresistible. Boom mics in every other shot.
The rare sequel that adds Pam Grier and a shred of dignity.