Image for Superfly

Youngblood Priest (Ron O'Neal) is a street dealer and pimp, chasing one final big score to get out of the ghetto. But pressure are put on him from his competition, and the man.


The lurid story of a ghetto coke dealer chasing a final score, this is chiefly remembered for its iconic title and peerless soundtrack, the latter created by Curtis Mayfield and never surpassed in its raw, soulful swagger. Sadly, beneath the pimped-up veneer is a rather tawdry tale characterised by poor acting and a schlocky plot, starring the dashing Ron O’Neal, who with retro styling, flowing locks and suave facial hair array is every inch Harlem’s answer to Empire’s own Kim Newman. With its slick dudes and loose women, violent crime and gentle soul, gangsta threads and naked flesh, Superfly confirmed blaxsploitation as a genre. But intent primarily on milking poor black audiences’ cash, what a low-rent genre at that.

With some of the best costumes since the musicals of the '50s and one of the '70s funkiest scores, it's quite rudimentary on most levels - it's no Shaft.