This Neil Simon tragicomedy features four groups of people who converge on a L.A. hotel on the eve of the Oscars. Three stories are pretty funny -- especially Walter Matthau's unfaithful husband to Elaine May, but it's the Fonda-Alda weep-fest that opens the movie that almost ruins the show completely. Still, it's salvagable, something of a Four Rooms... still not done quite right.
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.