Stars: Pam Grier, Booker Bradshaw, Robert DoQui, William Elliott, Allan Arbus
Genre: Action, Crime, Thriller
Rating: R (Restricted)
Runtime: 91 minutes
In the opening minutes of Coffy, Pam Grier's star-making role, she blasts the skull of a sleazy drug pusher into pulp like a watermelon and shoots his junkie assistant with an overdose of heroin. Jack Hill knows how to open a movie, and he never lets up on the down-and-dirty action. Coffy is an emergency room nurse by day and vigilante by night, targeting the dealers who made her sister a comatose junkie. She works her way up to the Italian mobsters muscling into the ghetto drug trade while she's romanced by glib, smooth-talking politician Booker Bradshaw and wooed by nice-guy cop William Elliot, whose refusal to sell out to the corrupt force earns him a crippling beating.There's plenty of sex, a catty girl-fight that leaves the losers topless, and car chases and shootouts galore, but what makes Coffy a blaxploitation classic is Grier's Amazonian presence and fiery charisma, and the gritty, low-budget action scenes marked by visceral, wincing violence. Mob strong-arm Sid Haig (Spider Baby) cackles while dragging his victim (a strutting peacock pimp played by Nashville's Robert DoQui) behind a speeding car in a sadistic lynching, and Grier runs down one bad guy with a speeding car and takes care of another with a shotgun to the groin. Hill had previously directed Grier in The Big Doll House and The Big Bird Cage. Their next and last picture together, Foxy Brown, was originally written as the sequel to Coffy. --Sean Axmaker
So, you wanna play with knives, huh? Well you picked the wrong player!
No, no please look I didn't mean nothin'! Please!
Now I'm gonna give you another slice to match the one you got from that dope-pushin' pimp, unless you tell me where he keeps the stuff!
No, please! He'll kill me! Ow... ALRIGHT, alright! He's got a fireplace! It's in a box under the ashes!
What the hell is going on here?
She busted in here tryin' to make me! Get her outta here!
Come on, bitch!
Lousy bitch! (turns to Priscilla) I go away for half an hour for you to turn a trick... and I come back and find you ballin' some niggah bitch! You WHITE TRAMP!
Ah, yes, Mr. George, I presume.
You're the lady from Jamaica who called me.
That I am, mon, and I can see that you're not at all disappointed, of course. So I'll come straight to the point as I like to do.
Boss! Another drink for my friend here.
I presume a champagne cocktail is sufficient? Good, mon.