Sheba, Baby.

Review #2508: Sheba, Baby.

Cast: 

Pam Grier (Sheba Shayne), Austin Stoker ("Brick" Williams), D'Urville Martin (Pilot), Rudy Challenger (Andy Shayne), Dick Merrifield ("Shark" Merrill), Charles Kissinger (Phil), Charles Broaddus (Hammerhead), Maurice Downs (Killer), and Ernest Cooley (Whale) Directed by William Girdler (#1636 - Abby)

Review: 

Admittedly, the 1970s had some odd (and possibly fun) titles for select exploitation movies. This was the third action movie with Pam Grier in a starring role after Coffy (1973) and Foxy Brown (1974), which were all American International Pictures productions. It was the first of three movies with Grier for AIP that year: the crime action film Bucktown (where she co-starred with Fred Williamson) and Friday Foster (in the title role with Yaphet Kotto as co-star). And then there's William Girdler. You might remember the Louisville native from the movie he made before Sheba with Abby (1974), that movie where they rode the shirttail of The Exorcist. Girdler's next movie was Project: Kill (1976) with Leslie Nielsen as star. The movie was written by Girdler and David Sheldon (who produced the movie) and was filmed primarily in, well, Louisville, Kentucky (not to go on a tangent, since I know it makes some sense to be in Kentucky, but now I expect a movie about boats set in New Mexico) that involves some nefarious people in, wait for it, loan companies. The promotional material for the movie actually called itself "Hotter'n Coffy, Meaner'n Foxy Brown", which is highly ridiculous when you consider those two movies were rated R while this is rated...PG (in fairness, you either got G, PG, R, or X in those days). At least the movie isn't lying in wait for a high quality home media release.

Look, it just isn't a good enough movie to try and get away with being on autopilot for most of its bare 90-minute runtime. Sure, Grier continues to have the charm and stamina to make one believe so much in her as an action star*, but there is basically nothing for her to latch on to in terms of general tension or variety. As ridiculously violent as Coffy or Foxy Brown could seem in their execution, at least those movies actually sounded like they had some energy to them in their craftsmanship. Here, it just seems that Girdler settled for just getting it done in the most basic of ways. It basically is a movie to all hucksters: it wants to coast on doing the most basic of tasks with as little engagement as one can possibly do, where seeing someone on a jet ski is more an "eh" moment rather than seeming like the start of a real fun climax. Another movie where our hero is motivated by the death of a loved one does seem a bit tired when you consider the energy given out by the two prior Jack Hill productions with Grier (okay Grier was in a few other Hill movies, but do you really care about prison movies such as The Big Bird Cage [1972]?). Comparing it to Abby might seem a bit unfair to this movie, but they both still belong to the "dumbass movies you might see on a Saturday night*" classification, so I guess that is a bright side. Stoker flickers with the slightest bit of interest, but he basically is being carried by Grier's energy, and the villains (as headed by Merrifield and a far more interesting Martin) don't exactly thread the needle in why the movie moves the way it does in menace (companies must be acquired because...because!). The best way to talk about the movie is thus: Grier looks cool, things happen, the movie ends and you forget most of it happened right then and there. It is the blaxploitation movie near (or maybe at the end) the back of the line to check out, but there are a few little moments of sunshine through the efforts of Grier and the occasional amusement at the situation presented that may make you not regret it all the way.

Overall, I give it 6 out of 10 stars.

*And also pretty attractive, but again, just the facts.

*This of course assumes that, you, the reader, who I appreciate in getting to the note section, has a nice sleep on the weekend rather than, say, working really late. Hell, some of you may even have friends.

Assault on Precinct 13.

Review #1874: Assault on Precinct 13.

Cast: 

Austin Stoker (Lieutenant Ethan Bishop), Darwin Joston (Napoleon Wilson), Laurie Zimmer (Leigh), Martin West (Mr. Lawson), Tony Burton (Wells), Charles Cyphers (Special Officer Starker), Nancy Loomis (Julie), Peter Bruni (Ice Cream Man), John J. Fox (Warden), and Marc Ross (Patrolman Tramer) Written and Directed by John Carpenter (#068 - Halloween (1978), #634 - Escape from New York, #712 - The Thing (1982), #732 - Escape from L.A., #1221 - Dark Star, #1298 - They Live, and #1479 - Big Trouble in Little China, #1605 - Starman)

Review: 

I'm sure that hearing me say that John Carpenter is a vastly underrated director sounds like repetition, but there is one little caveat to make: John Carpenter is a vastly underrated great director. If you remember, Dark Star (1974) was the first movie that John Carpenter brought onto the screen. Granted, it wasn't particularly great, but it serves as a low-budget curiosity for those who are into that sort of thing with loose sci-fi comedy. After the movie was done, Carpenter had two scripts he wanted to do for himself: this film and "Eyes", with the latter being sold to Jon Peters and eventually grounded and spit up into what you know as Eyes of Laura Mars (1978), but Assault did attract attention for financing that Carpenter could make, provided that he could do it for $100,000; Carpenter had a friend named J. Stein Kaplan from USC that served as producer, joining in tandem with Joseph Kaufman to produce. The budget restraints meant that Carpenter would have to change his idea of making a Western in the style of Howard Hawks' El Dorado or Rio Lobo into basically an urban rendition of Rio Bravo (1959). Given that Hawks is Carpenter's favorite director, this is an ideal pairing to make a movie that would basically serve as his coming out party to bigger and better things. Carpenter shot it over the course of three weeks and says it is his most enjoyable film experience, one where he also served as editor and cinematographer (he used a pseudonym for one of the roles, referring back to Rio Bravo). One certain scene in the movie would have possibly given the movie an X rating, if not for Carpenter cutting the scene in the copy given to the MPAA and then distributing the movie with the scene put back (he later regretted shooting the scene in that fashion). The success of the film led to Carpenter being approached about making a movie about a killer stalking a babysitter on Halloween night...and you get the idea.

What we have here is an ideal main trio of characters packed in a wonderfully captured movie that is wrapped up in tension with distinct characteristics in an endless cycle of violence. It is a grimy, wonderful movie. It is the most famous film for each of its main actors: Stoker, born in Trinidad and Tobago, had done stage work and a handful of blaxploitation films before this feature, while Joston and his characteristics when living in the same apartment as Carpenter while also having his own share of stage and TV work. Zimmer had three further film roles before retiring in 1979 to teach. Stoker does his best with the role here, packed in steely-laced patience and charm that makes a quality rendition of the hero seen from stuff like Rio Bravo. It is the stoic loyalty shown by Joston that proves the most striking for the film, one that takes in all of the sensibilities seen in Westerns such as Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) to worthy effect in sardonic charm. It comes through despite the background of the character, which means one really did a wonderful job in acting. The two make for a quality tandem when they meet in the film, one that isn't quite a buddy film but a useful collaboration that rewards both actors, complete with their final scene together. Zimmer matches them in screen presence that is self-assured and ready at the helm for action and tension, one with an unspoken rapport against Joston that keeps the movie fresh. Burton and Cyphers don't have as much to do, but they are nice character actors to see make an impression early in their careers (each started appearing in movies in the 1970s). One could maybe talk about the fact that there are very few lines for the threat presented in the relentless criminal gang that is shown cutting their hands to put blood in a bowl. Others would say: who gives a crap? You are here to watch a movie that is basically Rio Bravo meets Night of the Living Dead (1968), and it accomplishes all it sets out to do as an action thriller that utilizes its surroundings for a wonderfully built ride, one that rolls in tension the narrower and narrower things get within 91 minutes. Carpenter balances the three initial plot threads handily with no weak link before it eventually segues into moments of action that Carpenter stages with good timing and framing. There are movies that have come out in its wake that seemed their villains as obstacles to be taken down by the hero in a blaze of effects or perhaps doesn't take itself too seriously. This is not the case here, shown most strikingly with the scene most remembered: a scene in an ice-cream truck where someone is shot at point-blank range in the chest. Regardless how shocked one is at the scene, it certainly is a striking sequence fitting for its decade in grimy realism, and that is all that matters. Carpenter's music score also proves quite effective in setting the tone for the film in its tone and pace. As a whole, this is Carpenter's first big accomplishment as a director, one that shows him make an urban rendition of Rio Bravo with his resourceful methods of direction that would have him grow further in his subsequent career.

Overall, I give it 9 out of 10 stars.

Abby.

Review #1636: Abby. 

Cast: 

William Marshall (Bishop Garnet Williams), Terry Carter (Rev. Emmett Williams), Austin Stoker (Det. Cass Potter), Carol Speed (Abby Williams), Juanita Moore (Miranda 'Momma' Potter), Charles Kissinger (Dr. Hennings), Elliott Moffitt (Russell Lang), Nathan Cook (Tafa Hassan), Nancy Lee Owens (Mrs. Wiggins), and William P. Bradford (Dr. Rogers) Directed by William Girdler.

Review: 

"Sure, we made 'Abby' to come in on the shirttail of 'The Exorcist."

There are plenty of hands responsible for such an interesting piece of horror curiosity that fits its era like no other. The first step is to cite the director in William Girdler. The Kentucky native made nine films before his tragic death in 1978, with the films specializing in horror and action. Girdler's films were never considered great pieces of entertainment, but they certainly had a place, whether involving killer nature like Grizzly (1976) or blaxploitation action like Sheba, Baby (1975). However, it was this film that helped bring him into attention, for good and bad reasons. Of course, one needs a good cast to drive a horror film, so why not have an actor familiar with scares - enter William Marshall. The Indiana native went to New York University initially for art, but he found himself interested into theater, and his study at the Actors Studio among other playhouses led to a debut on Broadway in 1944. He would receive notice for his work in theater work such as The Green Pastures and Shakespearean performances such as Othello. His first film role was Lydia Bailey (1952), and blacklisting could not keep him down from keeping busy with television as well to accompany his voice and stature. One of his most notable roles came within horror: the title role in Blacula (1972), for which he would reprise for the sequel a year later. Relating in all of this is American International Pictures, who distributed both Blacula and this film. Marshall reportedly was disappointed by the script's lessened focus on the spiritual aspects of the West Africa Yourbas (which he had suggested in the first place), with Girdler and Gordon Cornell Layne co-writing the film together.

So, coming on the heels of films inspired by horror movies like Blacula and Blackenstein, Abby proved to be quite a hit on release, making back its reported $100,000 budget with at least $4 million in box office sales, while Girdler would continue on to do numerous films in the decade that involved blaxploitation and/or horror. Of course, that is not all of the story. Abby quickly met an end to its theatrical release days when American International Pictures was sued by Warner Brothers because the studio believed that they had infringed on their film in terms of plot, which happened to be The Exorcist. Believe it or not, this was not the only time that Warner Brothers had targeted a film believed to have infringed on their film, since Beyond the Door (1974) was also targeted for its supposed similarities. The lawsuit drove AIP to take the film out of distribution (as AIP and WB apparently made a deal involving unfreezing revenue) and it would take until 2006 for there to be a release on home media, and the version I saw was one with plenty of grime to see in all of its 16mm glory (in other words, on certain Internet channels). Honestly, the lawsuit is absurd, because viewing Abby would reveal the obvious differences between the two. The Exorcist was a solemn, chilling film that took its time to develop terror with a child possessed (of course, I've only seen it once) in a house. 

Abby is a funky film that sets itself up with clunky exposition involving a fertility spirit, a mix of soul music to go alongside occasional subliminal shots of its demon that takes hold of a woman and leaves her craving folks across the town to terrorize in various ways, which climaxes with a fight in a bar. Without Marshall and a semi-interesting mish-mashed performance from Speed and voice artist Bob Holt, the film would collapse in on itself as a hilarious joke, honestly. There are quite a few scenes of clunky exposition, this much is for sure. From the opening involving students talking about the talents of our archeologist/priest right down to talk about just how Abby is so sweet (marriage counsellor, youth leader, AND working with the junior choir). But don't worry, you won't have to wait long for antics with a demon, whether involving trouble with a distracting knife or singing to a crowd of indifferent congregation members (okay, actually Speed did the song herself, but the editing doesn't help) to coughing/attacking fits that leave a few people gasping for air...and some of that is out of laughter, particularly with a chase sequence that starts with one carjacking that leads to another (from a reverend!). A climax involving a colorful triangle and foaming at the mouth with an exploding bar makes this seem like a film with confused inhibitions about exactly what it is: it certainly is more interesting when trying to focus on either spirituality within a game Marshall or the conflict between Carter and Speed, but its attempts at scares are no better than dressing up in a Halloween mask and going "BOO!" at them, and calling it an imitator of The Exorcist is generous at best. It might have been a move to try and bully a less prominent studio (or a ploy by AIP to get money), but I would at least say this is a film worth a curious glance, if only because it is interesting to see Marshall in a lead role alongside a moderate effort from others like Girdler in sweet deliverable trash horror cinema.

Next Time: Drop in for a laugh with Michael Schultz and a diverse group of characters in Car Wash (1976).

Overall, I give it 6 out of 10 stars.