We’ve featured several blaxploitation posters by George Akimoto, so you could be forgiven for thinking the above effort was also painted by him, especially because it’s in a similar photo-realistic style, but it’s actually the art of Robert C. Kinyon, a new name to our website. He painted it for the Fred Williamson actioner Bucktown, which premiered in the U.S. today in 1975. We’ve uploaded close-ups below so you can see some of the nice elements Kinyon included, especially the urban street scene with its overlapping, multi-colored neon lights. We’ll be keeping a watch for more art from him.
Obviously we watched this movie, and plotwise Williamson arrives in the eponymous Bucktown to bury his brother, who died of pneumonia. Included in his estate is the local nightspot Club Alabam. Williamson wants to sell it and get out of town, until he discovers his brother died of pneumonia alright—after being beaten and left in the freezing rain for refusing to pay off the local cops. Turns out Bucktown is crooked from the top of the police department all the way down to the bottom of the county clerk’s office. Only the mayor is clean, but he’s helpless.
The Bucktown cartel tries to shake down Williamson for money owed by his brother, as well as for future nightclub profits, but he isn’t the type to be intimidated, so he calls in some out-of-town help. A trainload of northern hustlers arrive and soon it’s open warfare as Williamson’s backup crew starts shooting down crooked lawmen. It’s pretty clear, though, that he’s going to have trouble with his helpers. That trouble is worse than he imagined. Once the local law is eliminated his pals take over the town and Williamson is basically back at square one. Lesson: power corrupts.
Pam Grier is in this, which is only half the reason we watched it. The other is Williamson, who we’ve come to regard as a great screen presence. Grier co-stars as a justice-minded local girl who quickly falls into bed with him. Her early roles usually allowed her to play it tough, but here she’s a worried girlfriend—a part that doesn’t fit her well or use her talents properly. Even so, she’s still the lovely Miss Grier and she gets plenty of screen time. Also aboard is the reliable Thalmus Rasulala as head of the out-of-town invaders, and Carl Weathers as of one of his gunmen.
In the end you wind up with a movie the resides somewhere in the middle ranks of blaxploitation in terms of quality and entertainment value. It’s low budget, and only passably acted, but it offers up a vision of smalltown corruption right out of Dashiell Hammett’s Red Harvest. In both cases the hero might have been better off heading down the road, but in both cases they’re required to stick around and beget some brutal violence. Bucktown barely survives the onslaught, but it’s just another day in the realm of blaxploitation.
