Initially, Priest is reluctant to do so, and Sonko prevails upon him that as a black man he has a moral duty to aide his African brothers in their time of need. Lamine Sonko, tries to encourage him to take the arms smuggling assignment. Apparently struck by Priest's charismatic appearance (if nothing else), the African official, Dr. However, it is at the end of one of these card games that he meets an African dignitary looking for someone to oversee a gun smuggling operation, which a military unit in his country has recently botched. He suffers from incessant boredom, with gambling in nightly poker games with Italian businessmen as his lone source of interest.
#Super fly t.n.t. cracked#
Although now financially secure, having successfully "run down the fantastic number" in a major drug deal while in New York City, he finds that retired live in Europe isn't all that it's cracked up to be. In this, the second chapter of the Super Fly saga, Priest relocates overseas to Europe where he is now retired from hustling and lives in Rome with his girlfriend, Georgia.
#Super fly t.n.t. movie#
This 1973 sequel to the blockbuster '72 hit movie is a huge disappointment that doesn't even remotely-in terms of both quality and appeal-replicate the preceding action-packed, street savvy tale about a highly charismatic but disillusioned black Harlem cocaine dealer, Priest.
Go figure.Without a doubt, one of the worst movies, let alone sequels, that you will ever see, even by Blaxploitation film standards. Random highlight of the sequel: Future Benson star Robert Guillaume belting out a full-length rendition of the operatic aria “O Sole Mio” in a Roman café. The dull first half of the picture is set in Rome, and the slightly less dull second half is set in Africa, where Priest takes up a new trade as gunrunner. , which boasts some thoughtful dialogue by screenwriter Alex Haley but can’t overcome a sluggish storyline and dirt-cheap production values. O’Neal isn’t particularly charismatic or skillful, and director Gordon Parks Jr.’s style is amateurish: He spaces action scenes too far apart, employs utilitarian camerawork, and lingers on aimless bits like a poorly shot sex scene and a long montage of still photographs taken by his famous dad, Gordon Parks Sr., who kick-started the blaxploitation craze by directing Shaft (1971).Ī year after Super Fly scored at the box office, O’Neal returned to the character, and took over as director, for Super Fly T.N.T. But even with such vivid flourishes, Super Fly is slow going. The movie’s strongest elements are several driving funk/soul tunes by Curtis Mayfield, who performs onscreen in one sequence, and Priest’s pimp couture: silky mane, giant sideburns, Fu Manchu moustache, wide-brimmed hats, garish leisure suits, floor-length coats.
As Priest’s partner says in one of the picture’s best exchanges about the drug trade, “I know it’s a rotten game-it’s the only one the man left us to play, and that’s the stone cold truth.” Vividly photographed on the streets of Harlem, the movie has atmosphere to spare, and the dialogue is so frozen-in-amber ’70s that almost every scene captures the period’s singular patois: “I got somethin’ real heavy to lay on you, man,” or “You don’t own me, pig, and no motherfucker tells me when I can split.” The storyline is nervy as hell, because the protagonist, Priest (Ron O’Neal), is an unapologetic coke dealer looking to make a giant score so he can leave hustling behind whereas many blaxploitation flicks feature righteous dudes trying to keep drugs off the streets, Super Fly makes a provocative sympathy-for-the-devil statement.
Blaxploitation drama Super Fly has so much flavor and grit that it’s tempting to cut the picture slack despite its shortcomings.
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