June 8th, 2020


Fighting Crime is Foxy's Scene

Her man was brought down by the illegal drugs industry he worked to destroy. Now she's getting revenge in 1974's Foxy Brown. This sort of sequel to Coffy is a smoother, more focused ride from the same director, Jack Hill, and featuring the same star, the inimitable Pam Grier.

Foxy's boyfriend, a Federal Agent, is recuperating from facial reconstruction surgery in secret. Meanwhile, her brother, Link (Antonio Fargas), is in trouble again, mixed up with drug pushers and once again trying to get ahead in the trade himself.

He pleads with Foxy to understand--he has ambition but as a black man who can't play professional sports his options are limited. She's not impressed and tells him to get his act together. So he fingers her boyfriend for a gang headed by the ruthless Katherine Wall (Kathryn Loder) who wears what appears to be the mechanical owl from Clash of the Titans on her neck.

It's an exploitation film and it delivers on sex and violence admirably. Grier comes off as more confident in the action sequences than she did in Coffy and her schemes to seduce and kill are a little more satisfying. Once again, Sid Haig plays a minor character--a different one from the first film.

He really seems like he's having a good time, his ability to convey genuine mirth outpacing most of the other actors in the film. But mostly this is Grier's movie and she carries it with aplomb.

Foxy Brown is available on Amazon Prime.

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