'Mandingo: The Musical'
Haven't we waited long enough?
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will it just be called "MOMMIE" like MAME?
Dorothy stop that, Mr. Ha Ha`s lookin at you!!
Yeah, a musical remake of this film is certainly long overdue.
"We're all part Shatner/And part James Dean/Part Warren Oates/And Steven McQueen"
I see a stirring duet as Blanche whips Pearl (?) The other female slaves can act as a chorus.
(Actually, this film makes me a little ill, so I don't know if I can contribute too much more.)
Actually, the film made me ill too. It was late at night when I created that post, and I felt guilty the next morning but I decided to leave it. "Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it," and all that ...
shareI think one of the things that makes it uncomfortable is it's not like it's played with juicy overacting that might make it into campy bafoonery. The actors play it pretty straight (which is kind of surprising...don't know how they managed that), and there isn't even an overheated music score...aside from that strange, Twighlight Zone-style zither music in the love scene.
It's weird that it isn't campier.
Indeed. This is like an episode of "Masterpiece Theatre" with a lot of N-words and gratuitous sex scenes. The cast – and what a cast it is! – seems to be under the impression that they are making high art. If it had starred maybe Charles Bronson and Pam Grier, it would have had camp appeal, but it's so very ernest.
It seems to have come out of nowhere, two years before "Roots," and influenced nothing afterward because ... well, I can't imagine anyone picking up this torch. It's weird, but not "Wicker Man" or "Caligula" weird because it takes itself very seriously. It's like the audience expects it's on "Candid Camera," but Allen Funt is nowhere to be found.
It mat have influence no movies afterward, but in the world of pulp fiction, there was a veritable spate of "slave-sploitation" novels, with plenty of sex 'n' violence down on de ole plantation (Dragonard, etc)
shareYes, it's an interesting little niche genre, isn't it? Lots of films dance around the issue, but this one dives in head-first!
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