Director: Jack Hill Screenplay: Jack Hill
Starring: Pam Grier, Antonio Fargas, Peter Brown, Kathryn Loder, Terry Carter
Reviewed by Guy Adams
So, Lou, the chick from Arrow Films sends me shit, you know? â€˜Cos the word on the street is that I dig the kind of crazy, jive-ass pictures they deal. This time itâ€™s FOXY BROWN. Iâ€™ve heard the talk, they say sheâ€™s super-bad, you know? Thatâ€™s sheâ€™s one hell of a lot of woman. And I guess thatâ€™s the real deal â€˜cos Pam Grier sure is fine and if I want to watch a guyâ€™s pecker get delivered to his girlfriend as a goddamned present then sheâ€™s the one to do it, you dig?
I can do without Fargas though, you hear? He moves like a goddamned crane with his junk on fire. I tell you straight, he pull the shit with me he throws at Foxy heâ€™d get more than a bitch slap and a busted dressing table. Iâ€™d whup that son of a bitch.
And hereâ€™s the skinny, it ainâ€™t just Fargas. Maybe Iâ€™d heard too much about this flick, maybe expectations were at an all time high, you feel me? Cos it didnâ€™t hit me like I thought it would. I didnâ€™t hate it but it werenâ€™t the groove I expected.
The special features sure help, from chat about Blaxploitation to Sid Haig dealing the lowdown on Jack Hill (who jives hard on the commentary). Whole thing looks mighty fine too with the H and the D busting from the screen like a sweet-ass muthafucka.
That said, for this baby, the movie ainâ€™t so much badass as acceptable buttock.