I was pleasantly surprised by the pacing and overall flow of this enjoyable blaxploitation flick by William Girdler. For the sake of argument, I would compare it to Marks' Detroit 9000 - though, lacking in budget (well...) and complexity, it is markedly (no pun intended) better. The highlight of the film is the maniacal baddie, again with the comparisons, who makes Dirty Harry's nemesis (name?) a gentleman in light of this deranged killer. The main character, Frank Savage, is also delightfully played with charisma and wit. Girdler's story is also interesting with generous amounts of dry humor.
Contrary to what I had heard, there are no (hard) twists in the film, but there are some disturbing moments. While the murders are not particularly gruesome or graphic, the killer is just such a freak that it gives ya goosebumps - or maybe I am just a chicken. The supposed "rape" scene is somewhat implied, i.e. not-graphic, and lends itself to some interpretation on behalf of the killer's mental state (that is, did it actually happen?).
There were some things that bothered me. As another reviewer here notes, Savage eats some fried chicken while investigating (the murderers and his girl's subsequent disappearance). I dont think the fried chicken was intended as a slur, BUT it becomes quite frustrating that Savage cant put together the clues (despite some given by mr.bad-guy himself) and furthermore, doesn't seem altogether too bothered by the situation at hand. Also, the brief appearance of D'urville Martin doesnt really fit into the story either. Perhaps it was meant to build the relationship between Savage and his partner, but I found it unecessary. The lack of any perceivable tension shown by the public (Kentucky seems pretty deserted, too!) doesnt really relay the (alternate) title "Panic City". AKA's aside, there's no real sense of urgency or panic demonstrated in anyone's (but the killer, really) actions. Perhaps a budget constraint??...
Anyway, these are ONLY minor gripes. As a blax era film, I would go with a high score, an 8 or 9 (outta 10). As an ordinary film, perhaps a 7.
Its only marginally what I would consider a blax flick - not just because it was good, which seems to not be a word in the blax reviewer's vocabulary - its more of "race film".
The score, by Jerry Styner, is a hot blax score. There's also a balld sung by Richard Williams (of TV fame?) 'You My Lady'.
