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Superfly is in many ways classic pulp, but O'Neal and Mayfield push it toward a sort of epic grandeur.

The film's gut pleasures are real, and there are a lot of them. But, they always connect with one another in a world so precisely, cruelly, excitingly balanced that there is no movement without countermovement, no pressure without a greater pressure in return.

This interesting feature is one of the few Hollywood films that takes an honest look at the lives of African-Americans in the ghetto.

Roundly condemned as a glorification of drug dealing, it's actually an acrid film noir on a classic theme—the hood who must make one last score before he quits the business.

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.

One of the most successful of the early '70s blaxploitation cycle.

Best that can be said for this quickie is its unpretentiousness in not seeking any pseudo-sociological meaning or theme, or assuming any airs that one is supposed to be enriched or provoked by it all. It's strictly action-adventure, alternating, like clockwork, drugs-sex-violence for its duration with hardly a plot line to hold it together.

Gaudy black-exploitation film with explicit racism and some that's implicit. Partly slick, partly amateurish.