Friday, September 24, 2010
Across 110th Street doesn't feel like a movie. It feels like something that's happening now, right across the street. It's gritty sepia story grinds along, spraying dust and lowbrow insults in all directions, as wet cardboard fly across the screen, like tumbleweed.
When it comes to blaxploitation, it doesn't get much better than this. Black has never been as beautifully bodacious.