Coffy By Sean Axmaker
In the opening minutes of Coffy, Pam Grier's star-making role,
she blasts the skull of a sleazy drug pusher into pulp like a watermelon
and shoots his junkie assistant with an overdose of heroin. Jack Hill
knows how to open a movie, and he never lets up on the down-and-dirty
action. Coffy is an emergency room nurse by day and vigilante by night,
targeting the dealers who made her sister a comatose junkie. She works her
way up to the Italian mobsters muscling into the ghetto drug trade while
she's romanced by glib, smooth-talking politician Booker Bradshaw and
wooed by nice-guy cop William Elliot, whose refusal to sell out to the
corrupt force earns him a crippling beating.
There's plenty of sex, a catty girl-fight that leaves the losers
topless, and car chases and shootouts galore, but what makes Coffy
a blaxploitation classic is Grier's Amazonian presence and fiery charisma,
and the gritty, low-budget action scenes marked by visceral, wincing
violence. Mob strong-arm Sid Haig (Spider Baby) cackles while
dragging his victim (a strutting peacock pimp played by Nashville's
Robert DoQui) behind a speeding car in a sadistic lynching, and Grier runs
down one bad guy with a speeding car and takes care of another with a
shotgun to the groin. Hill had previously directed Grier in The Big
Doll House and The Big Bird Cage. Their next and last picture
together, Foxy Brown, was originally written as the sequel to Coffy.
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