What a trip down memory lane.

Do not look for great acting, believable plot lines, or anything resembling a quality movie.

This is pure blaxploitation at it's finest. Outrageous outfits, unrepeatable dialog, objectification of women, and the sleaziest cops you can imagine.

This vanity piece by the "Godfather of Rap," Rudy Ray Moore, who left us for good last week is the standard by which all blaxploitation is measured.

You not only see blaxploitation at it's finest, but get glimpses of his comedy genius, and see why his records were kept under the counter.