We’ve discussed quite a few blaxploitation movies, but have neglected the 1971 thriller Shaft. What can you say about the granddaddy of them all, the movie that helped change Hollywood thinking about what viewpoints would sell? Many of the black oriented movies that came afterward were cash grabs, and for that reason most of them weren’t good. No such problems exist with Shaft. It’s fast, furious, and fun. Our viewing was a reminder that in addition to being a detective movie and a movie that centers black experiences, it’s also a neo film noir in both execution and mood. Directed by acclaimed photographer and photo-journalist Gordon Parks, Shaft is gorgeous work, made mostly in actual locations around New York City, and sprinkled with symbology and visual metaphor right from the opening credits.
The character of Shaft is important in film history. Because the theme song is so widely heard most people know Shaft is a bad mother shut-your-mouth, but as the song also says, he’s complicated. He lives in Greenwich Village in a bachelor pad decorated with modern art and filled with books. He’s kind to children and helps people in need. He has feelings for his girlfriend but will not be tied down and is obliging toward other women who desire him. And he’s a friend to any people who treat him with respect. This extends to his local bartender, who’s gay and dispenses a familiar pat to Shaft’s ass that we can assume isn’t the first or last. A bad mother shut-your-mouth? For sure, but he’s so much more. And likewise, Shaft is more than a detective movie. It’s a cinematic achievement that entertains visually, intellectually, and viscerally. It’s a must watch. It was first seen by the public at a special premiere in Detroit, Michigan today in 1971.
