Tuesday, March 24, 2009

mayfield and the impressions

Um, ok, so I had a write-up thing to go with the previous post, but blogspot sucks sometimes, so it was showing it in a retarded way. It said this: As soon as I get back home, I'm having a blaxploitation movie night double feature. My favourites are Superfly, The WizThe Warriors, and Shaft, which are classics. But I've always wanted to see Blacula, Coffy, and Black Mama, White Mama. There's also apparently a really good blaxploitation samurai movie, and I really want to watch it. I forget the name. I've only seen one blaxploitation inspired movie (Jackie Brown, which is by far Quentin Tarantino’s only underappreciated gem), but I'll get on the others one of these days. I'm just not sure how much I'd like them. So much of what I enjoy about the classic 1970s films is the era. But I think it's possible to capture that feeling in a non-time specific shout out. Obviously not in an Undercover Brother kind of way. Haha. Kill Bill vol. 1 & 2 delves into this genre really well, as does Afro Samurai. Ahhhh, and the music, holy toledos! The soundtracks are so beautiful and layered. Violins on top of flutes on top of bass on top of soulful mothafuckin’ vocals. No one does tragic protest songs like Curtis Mayfield, and he gives so much added meaning to the movies he does soundtracks for. The most beautiful part of Superfly, for me, is the fact that it’s stereotyping so blatantly, and yet the songs’ lyrics are so clear in the message that drugs and crime ruin lives and create ghettos. It just makes it all so much more brilliant. What can I say? I can dig it.

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