#BLAXPLOITATION

[blackg6rl]

pam grier as aretha in bucktown (1975).

[vintage-tigre]

Pam Grier in Friday Foster (1975)

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Black Vampire Movies/Media:

an incomprehensive watch/reading list

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(part 1/?)

Blacula (1972)

William Marshall (The Boston Strangler) plays Prince Mamuwalde, an African royal whom Count Dracula takes everything from when he turns him into a vampire. (after Dracula refuses to help Mamuwalde suppress the slave trade.) Renamed Blacula, Mamuwalde grapples with losing his humanity, similar to other gothic tales.

Scream Blacula Scream (1973)

Marshall returns as Blacula in the 1973 sequel, where he creates a horde of vampires. Pam Grier (Jackie Brown) plays Lisa Fortier, an inexperienced voodoo practitioner trying to remove Blacula’s curse. Scream Blacula Scream was the acting debut of Richard Lawson (Sugar Hill), and it strayed away from the typical portrayals of voodoo as dark magic.

Ganja & Hess (1973)

After being stabbed with an ancient, germ-infested knife, a doctor's assistant finds himself with an insatiable desire for blood.

Vamp

Two college buddies go to a strange city late one night and find themselves in the clutches of evil.(source)

Fledgling (2005)

Octavia E Butler’s Fledgling follows Shori, a girl who appears to be an African-American child but is actually a 53-year-old Ina – a vampire species that have seemingly always coexisted with humans.

In typical vampire fashion, the Ina need to feed on human blood to survive, but instead of killing their victims, the venom they produce hugely extends the human lifespan. So the relationship between vampires and humans is symbiotic rather than parasitic.

Shori can’t remember her life before the story begins. This means she also doesn’t remember why she is different. As the story progresses, she gradually and violently becomes aware that society is hostile to her. The Ina are a species of vampire with white skin. Shori learns that she is black because she was experimented upon and mutated in the quest to help the Ina survive the sun – vampires are killed by sunlight. (source)

[geminiluvv]

1972, Brenda Sykes & Jim Brown in “Black Gunn”

[throwbackmelanin]

gloria hendry in james bond franchise (1973), black caesar (1973)

[steven-myself]

the higher the hair, the closer to God - Hamidou Banor by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine

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[artnlife2]

Black Power: her Afro had a surprise for him.......[Pam Grier]

[astralbondpro]

Dolemite (1975) // Dir. D'Urville Martin

[soulbrothershow]

The Return of Foxy Brown

Los Angeles was always a city of dreams, but for most, it was a city of nightmares. The streets had evolved since the ‘70s, but the game remained the same: power, money, and control. And no one had a tighter grip on that game than Vivian Wall.

Vivian wasn’t just another player; she was a queenpin. Her high-class escort service was a front for something much darker—sex trafficking and drug running. But her rise wasn’t just about power. It was personal. Vivian Wall was the granddaughter of Kathryn Wall, the late matriarch who once used her fashion empire as a front for similar crimes. Kathryn’s downfall had come at the hands of none other than Foxy Brown. Now, decades later, Vivian was determined to finish what her grandmother couldn’t.

Steve Elias, Kathryn’s lover and business partner, had also fallen during that bloody chapter. Vivian idolized him. His death, along with Kathryn’s disgrace, burned in her mind, fueling a vendetta that spanned generations. She’d been waiting for the right moment to strike back. And now, with Foxy older and out of the game, she thought the time was ripe.

But Vivian didn’t know Foxy Brown.

Foxy had stepped away from the chaos years ago, choosing peace over the battlefield. But retirement didn’t mean she’d lost her edge. She was in her early seventies now, her once jet-black afro with a few strands of silver, her body a little slower but still fierce. The scars of her battles hadn’t softened her—they’d made her sharper, wiser, and meaner.

Foxy was content to live quietly until her goddaughter, Nia, disappeared. The rumors were hard to ignore: young women being lured into Vivian Wall’s orbit, only to vanish. When Foxy heard that name—Wall—it stirred something primal in her.

Foxy stood before a mirror, adjusting her leather jacket. The years had brought more than wisdom—they’d brought resolve. “Time to remind these streets who the hell I am,” she said to her reflection before heading out.

Her first stop was a nightclub in downtown LA, a hotbed for Vivian’s operations. Foxy strode in like she owned the place, turning heads with her confident swagger. The club throbbed with bass, but the energy shifted when people recognized her.

“Foxy Brown?” the bartender asked, wide-eyed.

“You got it, baby,” she said, leaning over the counter. “Now tell me where I can find Vivian Wall.”

The bartender hesitated. “You don’t wanna mess with her. She ain’t like her grandmother—she’s worse.”

Foxy smirked. “Worse? Baby, I dealt with her grandma, her goons, and her trash boyfriend. And look—I’m still standin’. Now, you gonna tell me what I wanna know, or do I need to start breakin’ shit?”

Vivian wasn’t hard to find. The next night, Foxy crashed one of her lavish parties. Dressed in a gold jumpsuit that hugged her curves, Foxy turned every head in the room. The crowd parted as she made her way to Vivian.

Vivian Wall stood at the center of it all, a vision of icy blonde ambition. Her designer gown shimmered under the chandelier lights, but her smile was cold and calculated.

“Well, well,” Vivian said, her voice dripping with condescension. “The infamous Foxy Brown. I thought you were retired.”

Foxy looked her up and down, unimpressed. “I was, sugar. But you dragged me back. You got somethin’ of mine—Nia. Hand her over, and maybe I’ll leave what’s left of your empire standing.”

Vivian’s expression darkened. “You think you can waltz in here like it’s 1974 and scare me? Times have changed, Grandma. This is my city now.”

Foxy chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Baby, age ain’t nothin’ but seasoning. And I’m still the baddest thing these streets have ever seen. Now, where’s Nia?”

Vivian’s men stepped forward, surrounding Foxy. “Let’s see if you’re still as tough as you think,” Vivian sneered.

Foxy didn’t flinch. She grabbed a champagne bottle from a passing tray and smashed it over the head of the nearest thug. Chaos erupted.

The fight was a symphony of action. Foxy moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, taking out Vivian’s men one by one. She used everything at her disposal—a high heel to the throat, a serving tray as a makeshift shield, even the cord from a microphone stand to choke one of the goons.

The crowd scattered, leaving Vivian fuming as Foxy stood triumphant over her fallen men. “You want a war, Foxy? You just got one!” Vivian screamed before storming off.

Vivian retaliated swiftly, sending her top enforcer—a hulking brute named Darnell—to take Foxy out. He caught up with her at an old diner where she was meeting one of her contacts.

“End of the line, Brown,” Darnell growled, cracking his knuckles.

Foxy didn’t even look up from her coffee. “Baby, the only thing ending tonight is your career.”

The fight was brutal. Darnell was strong, but Foxy was smarter. She used his size against him, dodging his punches and landing precise blows to his knees and throat. When he lunged at her, she smashed a plate over his head, sending him sprawling.

As he lay groaning on the floor, she leaned over him. “Tell Vivian I’m comin’ for her. And tell her to bring her best. She’s gonna need it.”

Foxy’s investigation led her to a decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of town, the nerve center of Vivian’s operation. Inside, she found a group of young women, including Nia, being held against their will.

“Foxy!” Nia cried, tears streaming down her face.

“Shh, baby,” Foxy said, breaking the lock on the cage. “I got you. Let’s get you outta here.”

But before they could escape, Vivian and her men arrived.

“Touching,” Vivian said, clapping sarcastically. “You just can’t stay out of my business, can you?”

“You made it my business when you came for my family,” Foxy snapped. “This ends tonight.”

Vivian pulled a gun, but Foxy was faster. She grabbed a metal pipe and knocked the weapon from Vivian’s hand. The room erupted into chaos as Foxy took on Vivian’s men.

Despite the odds, Foxy was unstoppable. She wielded the pipe like an extension of herself, smashing knees, ribs, and jaws. Nia even got in on the action, hitting one of the goons with a fire extinguisher.

Vivian tried to escape, but Foxy cornered her on a catwalk overlooking the warehouse floor.

“You’re just like your grandma,” Foxy said, her voice cold. “All that power, but no guts. And just like her, you’re about to fall.”

Vivian sneered. “You think this is over? I’m just getting started.”

Foxy didn’t give her the chance. With one swift punch, she sent Vivian tumbling to the ground below.

By the time the police arrived, Foxy had freed the women and gathered enough evidence to ensure Vivian’s empire crumbled.

As the sun rose over the city, Foxy stood on a rooftop with Nia.

“Why’d you do it?” Nia asked. “You didn’t have to risk your life for me.”

Foxy smiled, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Baby, family’s all we got. And when someone messes with mine, I remind them who I am. I’m Foxy Brown. I may be older, but trust me—I’m still bad as hell.”

The streets had changed, but Foxy hadn’t. Justice, after all, never went out of style.

[vintage-tigre]

Pam Grier, 1974

[initialsbb]

Five on the Black Hand Side (1973)

[geminiluvv]

"Black Shampoo", 1976 ♡

[throwbackmelanin]

nichelle nichols in truck turner (1974)

[mediamatinees]

"Say it loud!" My Blaxploitation History Month has come to a close with the film that gave me the inspiration to take a deeper look at Blaxploitation as a genre. A childhood favorite of mine, Undercover Brother perfectly delivers some catharsis in the midset of today's anti-DEI climate.