Freaky Andy Warhol production straight out of the John Waters school -- or likely, the other way around. Story of a woman who runs an electrolysis shop and a females-only hit squad out of her house. How much acid did it take to dream that one up???
Ron O'Neil's name in Superfly is actually Youngblood Priest, and that's not the only part that's been forgotten about this oft-referenced but little-seen exploitation flick. Mainly, the world that's thrilled to "superfly" as a hip term has forgotten how lame this production actually is. Drug dealer, big score, wants to get out of the biz. Yawn. That he invites a blood feud into his world and bangs a procession of honeys is almost beside the point. Skip it.