Blaxploitation Double Feature
U.S.A. / 1975, 1974
Directors:
Lee Frost / Matt Cimber
Starring
Charles Robinson, Rod Perry
Phil Hoover, Gene Washington
"Mean" Joe Green, Mercury Morris
Color / R

THE BLACK GESTAPO: 88 Min.
THE BLACK SIX: 90 Min.
Format: DVD
Double Feature Disc / R1 - NTSC
Diamond Entertainment
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Review by
Brian Lindsey
Gestapo
 
  5
Six
 
  2  
  1    
By the mid-1970s the Blaxploitation trend was quickly running out of steam. Classics like Shaft, Coffy, and Foxy Brown had already shot their cultural bolt. With its latest double feature DVD, Diamond Entertainment pairs two flicks from this period that really scrape the bottom of the Blaxploitation barrel: The Black Gestapo and The Black Six. Both flicks are pretty bad; Gestapo, helmed by "Roughie" director Lee Frost (The Defilers), is the more professionally made of the two. It's also more violent and sleazy, positively wallowing in what by today's standards is the antithesis of Political Correctness. Six an inept melding of Biker and Blaxploitation themes featuring a cast of N.F.L. pros nearly salvages itself with a few cheesilicious moments to amuse the hardcore schlock aficionado. (Well, maybe.)
    Black Gestapo is an inferior example of the genre but the gonzo concept makes it a must-see for Blaxploitation fans. It has the distinction of being the only such pic to use newsreel footage from the Third Reich for a title sequence. (Never in Adolf's wildest dreams could the dictator have ever imagined his visage backed by "wocka-chikka wocka-chikka" funk music.) In Los Angeles, The People's Army is a uniformed, nonviolent "militia" that provides community services such as health care and drug treatment to poor, disenfranchised blacks. Its benevolent leader, "General" Darryl Ahmed (Rod Perry), is too concerned with raising funds for the group's charitable work to keep a close eye on his second-in-command, "Colonel" Koja (Charles Robinson, Mac from TV's Night Court). Koja thinks Ahmed is weak for not using the People's Army as a strike force to rid the ghetto of white mobsters who run the drug, prostitution and gambling rackets. When Ahmed's girlfriend is accosted by Syndicate thugs, Koja persuades him to authorize the formation of a security squad for defensive purposes. But the ambitious Koja has bigger plans. With Ahmed unaware of what he's doing he lays the groundwork for the creation of a private army answerable only to him. In their first action Koja and his troops break into the house of the Syndicate's most brutal enforcer, Vito (Superchick's Phil Hoover), surprising the man as he's taking a bath. Koja cuts his balls off with a straight razor and flushes them down the toilet. (Ouch!) The white Syndicate boss, Mr. Vincent (director Frost himself), gets the message. Soon a turf war is raging in Watts, with the Mob and Koja's men retaliating against each other in kind. Even though a number of people are killed on both sides Gen. Ahmed remains oblivious to Koja's intentions
he's a goodhearted but pretty dumb guy, apparently. When Vito's successor as top enforcer is ruthlessly assassinated, Vincent's boys pack it in and quit the scene, leaving the ghetto to Koja and company. Mad with power, Koja simply takes over Vincent's role as crime boss. His "Black Gestapo", affecting SS-style uniforms to be more "distinctive", not only continue running hookers, drugs, and the numbers game but hit up African-American business owners for protection money as well. With cash pouring in hand-over-fist, Koja purchases a fancy estate with a large adjoining compound, all the better to entertain his officers' white lady friends in high style and to train his growing army. (The sight of black guys in Nazi uniforms, marching back and forth across a tennis court the "parade ground" is utterly ludicrous.) Ahmed eventually gets wind of what's up and confronts Koja about his activities. They have an argument over their differing philosophies ("You're just a jive-ass n*gger!" Ahmed finally concludes), after which Koja orders his former mentor rubbed out. But Ahmed survives the assassination attempt. With the Black Gestapo believing him dead, Ahmed makes plans to destroy Koja's organization once and for all.
    Competently helmed despite a very low budget, The Black Gestapo remains a laughable hunk of '70s cheese due to its ridiculous plot, gutter-trawling script and bad (or nonexistent) acting. All the white characters are thoroughly despicable; women are either victims or whores (and often nude). The idea that a black militant group would adopt the regalia of the world's most notorious white supremacists is admittedly wacko, but this element of the surreal only serves to keep one watching. Brisk pacing helps; whenever the movie slows down for pointless subplots (i.e., the white characters) director Frost usually throws in naked women to keep the audience awake. The action sequence that climaxes the film is hysterically bad... Ahmed uses a rope and grappling hook to get over a 9-ft. chain link fence, then deploys homemade, buckshot-firing scatter guns to help even the odds! The movie's a stupid, sordid mess but should prove interesting for trash movie fans.
    In contrast, The Black Six struggles to be entertaining even within the realm of "So Bad It's Good" cinema. It stars professional football players each introduced in the opening credits with their N.F.L. team listed below their name as a group of freespirited Vietnam vets riding around the country on Triumph motorcycles, living the gypsy life of the open road Then Came Bronson-style. The San Francisco 49ers' Gene Washington has to carry the movie as Bubba, saddled as he is with more lines than the other five ballplayers combined. He isn't up to it.
    After 5 years of war and living as a nomad, Bubba decides to return to his hometown when he learns that his younger brother Eddie's been murdered. His pals naturally tag along with him for moral support. Bubba finds out that Eddie was brutally killed by a racist motorcycle gang for dating a white girl, the sister of the gang's leader, Moose (John Isenberger). Getting no help from the local police, the Black Six eventually run afoul of Moose's gang. Moose calls in the support of fellow outlaw biker leader Thor (Conan the Barbarian's Ben Davidson, also an ex-pro football player), enlisting reinforcements to assemble a veritable biker army. Bubba and his five homeboys accept Moose's challenge to rumble, unaware of the overwhelming ambush planned for them.
    For an action film, no matter how bad to begin with, to save all the action scenes until the final ten minutes is a serious mistake. Prior to the big biker rumble at the climax, The Black Six fills its running time with supposedly poignant dramatic moments which are totally botched by amateur performers spouting histrionic lines. There is some comedic gold to be mined from these pretentious scenes notably when the peaceful, Zen-like Bubba has an intense discussion with his gigantically-afroed sister, who makes Angela Davis seem timid as a church mouse but it's not enough to keep one amused until the big finale. That finale, by the way, is just as ineptly handled as everything leading up to it. The Six circle their bikes like a wagon train in a western while Moose and Thor's army of thugs ride down the surrounding slopes to assault them. No one carries a gun; it's all lead pipes, knives and chains... Even outnumbered 25 to 1 our heroes manage to prevail, as the bad guys attack them piecemeal, four and five at a time. The whole thing goes on for ten minutes straight, with a frantic funk guitar (heavy on the wah-wah pedal) scratching nonstop in the background. It's capped by the most ridiculous kamikaze motorcycle ride ever seen, then the movie just... ends. (Finally!) A caption is then emblazoned across the flame-licked screen: "HONKY, LOOK OUT... HASSLE A BROTHER & THE BLACK 6 WILL RETURN!" Fortunately we won't have to endure Black Six II: Electric Boogaloo.

The transfers used for Diamond's double feature DVD are pretty bad. Presented fullframe, they're fuzzy, dark and muddy, looking no better than cheap EP-speed videotapes. Sound quality is significantly better for both features, however. The attempt to include extras on the disc is so pathetic as to be laughable there's a "Photo Gallery" consisting of a handful of blurry screen captures from the films. 6/09/02
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