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You Cast It: Shaft

I gotta admit it.  I didn’t like John Singleton’s sequel to the original Shaft.  Despite receiving the blessings from Gordon Parks, the director of the 1971 original, and Richard Roundtree himself, the whole affair seemed a little wrongheaded.  Shaft, the character, was a man of a certain era, and he needed those trappings to fully inform the character.  He needed the 1970s.  Classic detectives like Phillip Marlowe or The Thin Man wouldn’t quite work if you dropped them into the early 21st century, and neither does Shaft.

Also, Singleton cast Samuel L. Jackson in the title role.  Simply put, besides being tough, Shaft is a sexy dude.  Isaac Hayes’ classic theme drips with sex.  It’s a soulful elegy to Shaft’s sexual prowess.  Hell, his name is “Shaft,” and that’s so obvious it would make Freud blush.  Despite Samuel L. Jackson’s badass credentials, sexy he ain’t.  Sorry, Sam, but it’s true.  You may be a bad motherfucker, but nobody believes you’ve got the sex appeal to get-down-and-dirty and actually…well, you know.

Now if I were remaking Shaft, I would set it firmly in 1971 and use Ernest Tidyman’s 1971 novel as the template for casting.  Following, I’ll provide a selection of text from Tidyman’s first Shaft novel to describe a major character, show the original actor cast and then provide my choice for the role for a re-make:

JOHN SHAFT – Black private dick who’s a sex machine to all the chicks.

Page 83: “Shaft’s face was…more round than oval, more flat and concave than sculptured and convex.  The eyes and nose seemed to have been cut into it, rather than built into it.  It was almost a Polynesian carved face, cut into stained balsa or some dark wood.  The lips were full, but they lay flat against his teeth.  A mask, but not a mask…Life and strength.  It was framed in a modified Afro haircut, notched with unexpectedly delicate and tightly set ears.”

Original: Richard Roundtree.  I can’t imagine the original, or the sequels, without him.Richard Roundtree

My Selection:  The Wire’s Idris Elba.

Idris Elba

BUMPY JONAS – ( “Knocks Persons” in the novels) - undisputed gangster kingpin of Harlem

Pages 33-34: “Knocks Persons just sat there.  Massive, mountainous, a great brown mound of a man in a black suit completely filling the white leather chair that looked like a vertical bathtub on a chrome base with casters…shaven head gleaming in the soft indirect light, folds of flesh around his bull neck almost hiding the collar of his shirt.  A lumbering giant whose police records described him as a fraction over 6 feet 6 inches tall, weighing 290 pounds with distinct scars in at least eleven places on his massive body.”

Original: Moses Gunn, a strong actor with a great, slow-burning menacing presence, but not exactly “massive.”

Moses Gunn-Bumpy Jonas

My Selection: Who else but Michael Clarke-Duncan of The Green Mile fame?

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BEN BUFORD – Black firebrand and revolutionary; an old pal of Shaft’s from back in the day

Page 56: “…Watusi-tall and warrior-fierce in his stance.  So tall and lean with a great bush of tight black curls surrounding his slender ascetic face.  His arms and legs so slim and long that even the suits he affected were not quite enough to cloak the angularity of the body.  He did not look at all like his voice.  A warrior or an inflamed divinity student with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Original: Christopher St. John (St. John was actually Tidyman’s preferred choice for the role of John Shaft)

Chris St. John - Ben Buford

My Selection: This one was kind of difficult, but I would have to go with the Isaiah Washington, formerly of Grey’s Anatomy.  Haughty, and brash, as evidenced by his inexcusable outburst toward his co-star, T.R. Knight, but a skilled and dynamic actor whose bearing fits Buford’s description.

Isaiah Washington

LIEUTENANT VICTOR ANDEROZZI – Shaft’s contact with the New York Police Department.

Page 13: “The lieutenant had a thin, gray face and black hooded eyes.  He was as tall as Shaft, just under six feet, but much leaner, and the way he stood made Shaft think of sharp objects.  The lieutenant looked like a linoleum knife, ready to cut.  The big beak of a nose made it complete.”

The Original: Charles Cioffi.  Good actor, and he had great chemistry with Roundtree, but he doesn’t make one think of “sharp objects,” does he?

Charles Cioffi Lt. V. Androzzi

My Selection: Adrien Brody (The Pianist, Summer of Sam).  He may be a little young, but that nose, man!  That nose!

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HELEN GREEN - (”Dina Green” in the movie) - the wife of Shaft’s accountant, Marvin Green; possibly Shaft’s only platonic female friend.

Shaft and Ben Buford use the Green’s apartment as a temporary safehouse after escaping an attempted hit on Buford.  (I don’t think we ever see Marvin Green in any of the Shaft novels or movies, but Helen is present in at least two of the books.)

Page 87:  “She was the least black negro he knew, possibly the most attractive, possibly the most feminine and womanly as well.  Marvin Green was a fortunate man to have her as a wife and the mother of his children.”

Page 89: “…a Negro girl two or three generations removed from the blackness of skin and soul that had brought Shaft to her kitchen in flight…”

Original: Camille Yarbrough.  She didn’t take any guff off Ben Buford, chastising him for his language.  Even Shaft deferred to her.

Camille Yarbrough-Dina Greene

My Selection: At first, I was thinking Taraji P. Henson (I was just looking for an excuse to post her picture), but as I looked further into the book for a good description, I found that Ernest Tidyman also described Helen Green as having “hazel eyes.”  Therefore, it became evident that Eva Marcille would make a better choice.

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Those are my choices.  Now it’s your turn.  Who would you pick?

- JEP


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If You’re A Blaxploitation Fan, Then You Oughtta Know: Fortunato

(WARNING: The following post contains graphic sexual language and may be NSFW.)

In 1986, a group of science fiction’s brightest authors collaborated to create Wild Cards, a series of shared universe, alternate history novels, edited by George R.R. Martin.  In Wild Cards, history largely unfolded as we know it, until 1946, when aliens crash landed on Earth, bringing with them a terrifying biological weapon.  The bio-weapon was a virus with a 90% mortality rate.  However, those who survived the infection were changed forever.  Nine out of ten of the survivors were mutated into bizarre, frightening parodies of humanity.  These unfortunate beings were dubbed “Jokers.”  The remaining 10% of infected survivors, called “Aces,” developed amazing abilities.  Each Joker and Ace was unique.  No mutation or ability was quite like another, hence the name “Wild Card virus.”

For a young Jay Potts, the concepts and ideas introduced in Wild Cards were mind-blowing.  The first three books in the Wild Cards series covered forty years of history in this strange, new world.  There must have been something in the water in the mid-late ’80s, because everybody was attempting to deconstruct the super-hero concept (a trend which continues today) but nobody did it quite like Wild Cards.  In Wild Cards, Jokers were the new underclass, and even Aces had to endure the fickle moods and fears of normal people.  Sometimes they were cheered and celebrated, and sometimes they became the victims of public scorn.  For instance, in the Wild Cards universe, Joe McCarthy’s Commie-bashing, Red-baiting theatrics were instead used to exploit a growing fear of subversive Aces that might be hiding among the general population.

Despite the number of super-powered individuals running around, Wild Cards had very few costumed “super-heroes.”  It did have a cast of deeply flawed, tragic individuals who nonetheless tried to do the right thing by making their little corner of the world a better, safer place.  Fortunato was one of these characters. 

Fortunato was intruduced in Wild Cards, Volume I in Lewis Shiner’s short story, “The Long, Dark Night of Fortunato.”  The story is set in 1969, and Fortunato is a charming, but conflicted, biracial pimp who operates a stable of high-end escorts.   Like Ron O’Neal’s “Priest” in Super Fly and Max Julien’s “Goldie” in The Mack, Fortunato is man who is coming to doubt the course of his life, despite his remarkable skill and success in his illict career, and spends much of time trying to convince himself he that he’s not trafficking  in human flesh.  The son of a Black G.I. and a Japanese mother, Fortunato trains his female recruits with elaborate, multi-year courses in etiquette, style, and seduction.  He refers to them as “geishas,” and insists they do the same, but they know the score.   They’re prostitutes, no matter what fancy name Fortunato wants to hang on them. 

The story begins after the death of Fortunato’s third “employee” at the hands of a serial killer stalking the streets of New York.  Feeling helpless, frightened, and angry, he is taken home by his latest recruit, Lenore, a redhead from West Virginia  who dabbles in witchcraft.  (Fortunato rescued her from a gorilla pimp with the great street name of “Ballpeen Willie.”)   Lenore comforts him in the best way she knows how, but in the middle of the act, she experiments with a Tantric sex ritual.  The ritual in question involves stopping him from ejaculating at the moment of orgasm.  Doing so, she inadvertantly activates the Wild Card virus that was dormant within Fortunato. 

One of the ideas behind the Wild Card virus, is that the subconscious desires or fears of its victims helps determine how it manifests itself.   Surrounded by sex and magic and dealing with the helplessness after the deaths of three of his women, Fortunato becomes an extremely powerful sexual shaman.  Fortunato’s abilities include energy projection, telekinesis, telepathy, the power to project his soul from his body and observe events like a Predator drone, slow down time itself, and even resurrect the dead.  One character speculates that Fortunato may be the most powerful Ace on the planet, and could be capable of using his powers for interplanetary travel.

Like Green Lantern, Fortunato’s powers deplete the more he uses them, and he has to recharge.  How?  Sex.  But each time, he must prevent himself from experiencing the “full release” to retain the power.  The only outward sign of his abilities is that after he “recharges,” that his forehead bulges, like someone inflated a large balloon under his skin.   At full strength, spectral rams’ horns may even appear. 

At the end of “The Long, Dark Night of Fortunato,” Fortunato uses his newfound powers to track down the serial killer, but determines that the killer is part of a larger conspiracy involving the Freemasons.  Unfortunately, in the ensuing scuffle, Fortunato accidently kills the man before he can learn more about the Freemasons’ plan.  In one grisly, awful moment that would make Garth Ennis blush ( I won’t spoil it), Fortunato briefly brings the killer back to life.  The dead-eyed corpse only rasps a single word, “TIAMAT,” before breaking his own neck and forever removing himself from Fortunato’s grasp.

Throughout the next two volumes of the Wild Cards series, Aces High and Joker’s Wild, Fortunato finds new purpose in his life by working to unravel the Freemasons’ plot.  In the story, “Pennies From Hell,” Fortunato works with a female scholar named Eleanor to determine the source of the mysterious blood-red pennies that seem to connect all the players in the conspiracy.  Despite having access to the most stunning women on the planet, it is Eleanor, an overripe, middle-aged academic, that Fortunato falls in love with, because of her understated, unassuming beauty and candor.  Their love affair has tragic results that haunt Fortunato throughout the rest of the series. 

Also in Volume 2, Aces High, Fortunato finally learns what ‘TIAMAT”  is and joins a small strike force of Aces to confront it high above Earth’s orbit.  In the same book, he also assists a larger contingent of Aces in storming  the Freemasons’ base of operations.  These two events are the high points in the book and the closest the series comes to full-scale superhero action a la The Justice League or The Avengers.  However, the fallout of the Aces’ moment of glory begins in the next book, Joker’s Wild, when the surviving members of the Freemasons exact their revenge against the Aces.  They are led by a mysterious old man known only as The Astronomer.  He is Fortunato’s opposite in every way.  Whereas Fortunato gains his power from the ultimate life-affirming act, The Astronomer gains his power through killing, and is vastly more powerful.   In the end, it is Fortunato is the only one left who can stop The Astronomer.

As the Wild Card series continued, Fortunato took a lesser role, eventually giving up his business and retreating to a quiet life of contemplation at a Buddhist monastery, but the consequences of his actions continue to ripple throughout the books.  Lewis Shiner created a fascinating character study in Fortunato.  He wasn’t a stereotypical, brightly costumed, jive-talking pimp.  He dressed in understated, but expensive clothes.  He was self-centered and self-deluded about what he was doing to the women who worked for him, but he craved their love, approval, and valued their safety.  The extent of his abilities disturbed even Fortunato, so he applied them judiciously, but ruthlessly, to get what he wanted.

I would highly recommend you track down at least the first three Wild Card books.  Fortunato is only one of a treasure trove of amazing and complex characters in a fully-realized world.

ADDITIONAL RESOURCES:

Wild Cards Online – The Online Guide To George R.R. Martin’s series

Wild Cards Books.com

- JEP


OFF-TOPIC MONDAYS: Shifting Sands

Welcome to a semi-recurring feature on WORLDOFHURTONLINE.COM: Off-Topic Mondays.  Occasionally,  I have ideas, questions, or notions that I can’t even tangentially relate to Blaxploitation, and since it would be irresponsible to litter the Intenet landscape with another blog, I came up with Off-Topic Mondays, with all apologies to Gangstarr Girl’s Blaxploitation Friday.


I found this on YouTube via The Huffington Post.  Visual artist, Kseniya Simonova was featured on the Ukrainian version of Britain’s Got Talent creating live “sand animation” depicting the German invasion of Ukraine during World War II.  I was transfixed by the beauty of Ms. Simonova’s work, the sureness of her hand, confidence in her skills, and the absolute mastery of her chosen medium.  It reminds me of the animated film, Persepolis, based on Marjane Satrapi’s critically-acclaimed graphic novel of the same name, but Ms. Simonova’s work remains a stunning, ephemeral, unique work of art…no, an experience…all its own. Again, it’s got absolutely nothing to do with Blaxploitation, but I felt obligated to share this beautiful work with you to start your week.


- JEP

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Scout

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I’m delivering this message from Tuesday afternoon, because with everything else going on, I knew I wouldn’t have the time or inclination to even consider doing a standard post on Friday.  If this rambles, or doesn’t make sense, I hope you’ll forgive me.

Today, we had to put Scout, our beloved 15 year-old Chocolate Labrador, to sleep.  In her early years, she had the reputation as a holy terror with boundless puppy energy and an insatiable appetite.  In the end, the appetite never left her, but her body was beginning to let her down.  In her final days, Scout couldn’t even stand up, or go to the bathroom on her own, and her immobility was leading to bed sores on her hips.  Honestly, I could have lugged that silly old, deaf, incontinent dog out the door to pee for the rest of my days, but it had reached the point where Scout’s inability to move was actually beginning to harm her.

We love her so very, very much and we’ll miss her sweet, gentle disposition.  I know that somewhere sweet Scout is riffling through God’s garbage and having the best time ever.

A couple years ago, for my fiancee’s birthday, I created paper “action figures” of Scout and our other dog, Hoppie.   Go ahead and click on the image, and you should get a full-sized version to cut out for yourselves.  (If it doesn’t work, e-mail me, and I’ll send you a copy.)  I wanted to share Scout’s cut-out with you and maybe share a tiny fraction of the joy that she brought to our lives every day.

Scout Flatpack

We love you, Scout.

- JEP



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