A Super Sex Machine is also a Super Fly Drug Dealer looking to get one big score and get out of the business forever. However, nobody else wants him to leave, including the cops that are making too much off of his payoffs. Ron O'Neal (Original Gangstas, The Final Countdown, A Force of One) plays Priest, the man looking to get out. The movie includes a super funky soundtrack but it drags in the middle of the film. It only gets a 6 out of 10.

It's unique because, while being a badass, the protagonist is actually trying to get out of the life, to better himself, to get out from under the thumb of his oppressors. He has it all, money, respect, all the material gains, but it's not enough. It's surprisingly poignant for a movie from this exploitive genre.

Simple story. Too simple. You also learn very little of the business of the drug trade. You never get the idea that these guys are criminal geniuses. His exit plan is also underwhelming? That's his plan? His girlfriend in disguise? Bribing and threatening the commissioner was only possible 'cause he got his hands on the material by chance very late in the movie? That's it? What about all the other people that didn't want him stop? The Mafia often kills those who try to exit? What about them? Wooden performance of O'Neal. And though they dare to show some nudity, the sex scenes are quite laughable. They probably felt silly back then. You can't deny that this is a commentary about the social situation of the black community in NYC and how they are oppressed by corrupt white officers. There's nothing these men could do other than *Drug dealin' just to get by - Stackin' money 'til it get sky high*. Their American dream. Black princes. As one of them so eloquently put. Glorified pimps. All drug addicts btw. They don't seem to realize this btw! And like in many other crime stories, some of them dream of a peaceful live, can't exit but try anyway the only way they think is possible: one last big deal. All very Walter-White-ish. If this movie is a social commentary, like I suspect, this analysis makes me mad and sad. Their only choice is between crime and more crime. As if that's what black people do naturally. The drug money seems to be the only driver of social mobility. And of course that's all the fault of their oppressor. Yes the officers are pigs, but where is the one black guy in this movie who shows them a different way of life? Who is not a drug addict? Who's not treating women badly? Who is not chasing money? Who's taking an earnest look into the mirrors? This is not an empowering black movie. Ultimately, it's just another movie reassuring a white audience that those people won't change and there's no hope for them because that's just how they are. Worse, it may be the blueprint for those desperate people who agree with the premise of this movie. And that's an infuriating takeaway. What I like though is the unveiled roughness and violence, the anti- police stance, the dilapidated Bronx, the 70s style and tech, the smooth talkers, the general vibe and of course, needless to say, the soundtrack. One of the best movie soundtracks of all time. The soundtrack makes this a good movie what otherwise would be a low 6/10.

Great location shooting, outstanding soundtrack. Unfortunately, not much else here that I loved. The gangster plot is all by the numbers and a lot of the acting/production felt amateurish. Would rather listen to the album.