Touches You

Strong and Moving!

Sadly Over-hyped

Fresh and Exciting

A cocaine dealer decides to retire after making a big business.This one of the best low budget movies. The movies prostrates the story of a cocaine dealer. He wants to retire and settle in a normal life with his love. For that, he is getting ready for the one final, and large deal.The plus point of this film is that, there are no much "mass" in it. The protagonist is a "hero", but, no much build up is given, but a few. The tactics he uses in the climax was simply superb and heroic. I think this film made a way to many of this genre.An interesting movie and worth watch for all film lovers.

Ron O'Neal plays a drug dealer name Youngblood Priest who wants out of the business. But not before one last big score. As you might expect, it won't be as easy to get out as he hopes. You've probably seen variations on this story dozens of times before and after Super Fly, but rarely this good. This is one of the high points of the Blaxploitation genre. Yes, it's morally suspect and not for all tastes. But it's also an exciting, gritty, and colorful urban drama. There's a great sex scene and a funny slow motion fight scene that are two of the highlights. Good direction from Gordon Parks, Jr. and an amazing score by Curtis Mayfield. Filmed on location in early '70s New York which gives it a great atmosphere and realism.

Super Fly is a movie that is very much of its time. The film, directed by Gordon Parks, Jr, and released in 1972, is about a (light-skinned) black cocaine dealer in Harlem who is out to make one last killing before the life he is living - or the crooked New York cops - make HIM the one killed.Super Fly opens with its protagonist, Priest (played by Ron O'Neal), as the attempted victim of a robbery by a strung-out junkie. From the get-go, Curtis Mayfield's soundtrack is magnificent. His song Junkie Chase works well as the soundtrack to Priest's pursuit of the dope fiend who has robbed him. In fact, Mayfield's soundtrack is, by far, the best thing about Super Fly; this would be much less of a film without it. Mayfield's lyrics show the lie behind the movie's attempted glorification of Priest's world - "Secret stash, heavy bread, baddest bitches in the bed" - and show that Priest is as lost as everyone else in his world, including the doomed Freddie (of Freddie's Dead). From the title song: "Ask him his dream / What does it mean? He wouldn't know / Can't be like the rest is the most he'll confess". a pathetic waste of life.Nobody wins in Super Fly. Yes, Priest does "stick it to the man" - the white detective who wants to betray and kill him. Priest wins that battle, but the war cannot be won. Mayfield makes that clear. The soundtrack is a response to the film's exaltation of street life, showing the degradation and death at that life's end. The message of blaxploitation movies was that black men could succeed in life only if they were willing to be violent criminals or violent detectives; black women were born to be their playthings - their "bitches". How much has changed in 40 years? Listen to certain current rap lyrics.Since it is that long since the film was in theatres, I can acknowledge my own ties to "the life" at the time. I was fortunate: I got out. It's not fun, it's not glamorous, neither for black dealers or white wanna-be Mafiosi. You kill time until it kills you. It seems cool until you're sufficiently distanced to see with clear eyes (And yes, the characters in Super Fly were real people, if not based on specific individuals).So I'll stick with Curtis Mayfield's brilliant soundtrack and pass on buying the DVD. The soundtrack to Super Fly may have been the best of its era; it certainly is the best of the blaxploitation soundtracks, which says a lot, because some great music came out of those movies (think Isaac Hayes; Earth, Wind & Fire; Joe Simon; Millie Jackson; Bobby Womack, etc.). Instead, let me suggest the Wayans' satire I'm Gonna Get You Sucka or two films with Godfrey Cambridge, Watermelon Man and 1970's Cotton Comes to Harlem, which give respect to their characters, black, white and everyone else.

Well...where to start...if it wasn't for Curtis Mayfield occasionally doing some tricks I may have nodded off throughout the first hour...but then it dawned on me...this was 1972 and we hafta stick it to da man! As a piece of cinematic history it is worth the effort...as anything else it is just an appalling piece of garbage. The acting is very wooden and the script has more N words than the Oxford dictionary. At least we now know that it applies to African Americans...of any colour. It has a quite juicy softcore approach to intimate scenes however...no matter how forced they seem. The upshot is...selling toot is a very dodgy business...but it has its merits...you can get a very cool car, some appalling dressage and bad hats. I give it 5/10 just for the concept of getting "outa the business". Hoo-rah!