BAMF’s Blaxploitation Archive is a collection of reviews originally written in the 1990s that appeared in the pages of BadAzz MoFo. This review and many others have been reprinted and collected in BadAzz MoFo’s Book of Blaxploitation, Volume One, which is now available for purchase.
THE BLACK GESTAPO 1975 (a.k.a. Ghetto Warriors) director: Lee Frost; starring: Rod Perry, Charles Robinson
There are so many bad blaxploitation movies (and by bad, I don’t mean good), that it’s hard to say which are the ones you should avoid the most. If, however, you find yourself in a situation where you have an opportunity to see The Black Gestapo, I’d really recommend watching something like bestiality videos instead. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that if you never watch a blaxploitation film in your life, this is the one to not see.
This ineptly executed little ditty tells the story of the People’s Army, a Black Panther-like organization that protects the neighborhood, but is led astray by corruption and white poontang. Lead by ‘Nam vet General Ahmed (Perry), the People’s Army starts out with the best intentions, like running a health clinic, and tryin’ to protect young sistas from being assaulted by evil whiteys with chocolate fantasies. Things go wrong when Kojah (Robinson), Ahmed’s second in command, convinces the shit-for-brains leader to allow him to form a security force for their little community organization. Since Ahmed is dumber than a bag of dirt, it takes him awhile to get hip to the fact that Kojah’s security force has started muscling in on the mob’s action. Things begin to get out of hand as the security force start shakin’ down the community, takin’ up criminal activities, and makin’ it with the white ho’s that lounge around the pool at the People’s Army stronghold, while Kojah and his homies eat fried chicken. Seriously. Realizing what’s become of his organization, Ahmed sets out to stop Kojah, but not before you’ve likely stopped watching this garbage.
Starring Rod Perry, who helped bore the crap out of us in The Black Godfather (a.k.a. The Black Godawful), and Charles Robinson (Mack from television’s Night Court), The Black Gestapo can best be described as B-movie honky propaganda. The very concept of black empowerment and militancy is raped and distorted by this low-rent piece rancid garbage. And I do mean low rent. On a technical basis alone this movie is a loser. If movies were toilet paper, this would be the equivalent to wiping your ass with plywood.
Apparently writer Wes Bishop and director Lee Frost were trying to draw some comparison to the black power movement, Nazi Germany, and maybe even Idi Amin’s regime that was then in power in Uganda. Unfortunately, all they have done is make a bit of grindhouse dreck that is only entertaining the way cockfighting or dogs humping is fun for shits and giggles. Bishop and Frost had impressive careers both individually and as a team, in which they produced some of the schlockiest crap you could ever hope to not see.