Top of the Heap

Its a shame that movies like these get lost in the folds of time. The poor dude that is the director is also the producer, writer and star. Shot in Washington D.C. in 1971, Top of the Heap is the story of a black police officer, who is confused, p***ed off and slowly going crazy. Great music, great vignettes. The plot is very disjointed but all in all a great experience. Some nice dream sequences too.

Christopher St. John wrote, produced, directed and stars in this ridiculous blaxploitation drama about an angry black cop and family man in Washington, D.C., fighting the system and fighting himself. St. John, dropping n-words and f-bombs angrily but casually, isn't much of an actor--his direction is actually better than his own performance--and he's not a strong writer, either; his political, racial and sexual underpinnings aren't used for urban commentary, only shock value. This is a relentlessly cynical exploration of corruption and injustice; our hero fantasizes about being an important brother (such as an astronaut who plants the American flag on the moon) while, in reality, white people riot in a mud puddle tearing the flag apart. He's surrounded by indifference and dissension...and a wife who putters around in a housecoat nagging at him. Paula Kelly (in and out of her clothes) as St. John's "black chick" on the side and Allen Garfield as an irate cab driver give the cheap histrionics some professional polish. The rest is jive, turkey. * from ****

"Top of the Heap" is a film written, directed, produced AND starring Christopher St. John. And, while I wanted to like the movie, it was just a jumbled mess and figuring out what St. John was trying to say wasn't easy to determine as I watched. Perhaps there's a good movie hiding under all this...but as it is, I cannot recommend this one.

George (St. John) is a middle-aged DC cop who is clearly disaffected with his job and his life. He's been passed over for promotions several times, his marriage is on the skids, his daughter is using drugs and George has to deal with racism all the time. All of this is VERY interesting...or at least should have been. Sadly, the film didn't seem to know where it was going and so many times when the film started gaining some momentum, the plot would go off the deep end! Again and again, you see weird interludes...like day dreams...right in the middle of the movie. In many, he's an astronaut...or, more precisely, an astronaut who's helping fake a moon landing. Why? I honestly have no idea whatsoever....and the same could be said about the scene with his personal nurse....no idea whatsoever why it went there.

It's all really a shame. The movie could have been a wonderful blaxploitation film with a point to make about black men working within the system....but the weird storytelling, editing, bizarre dreamlike sequences and writing really leave you confused and disappointed.

This film essentially begins with a black police officer by the name of "George Lattimer" (Christopher St. John) being informed that he has just been passed over for promotion. Just prior to that, however, he also learns that his mother has passed away as well. Needless to say, these two events take a significant emotional toll upon him and, when combined with the hostility he receives from simply trying to do his job, combines to add to his despair. And no matter which way he turns, he cannot seem to find any peace. Now, rather than reveal any more, I will just say that this was one of those films which had a certain amount of potential but failed to really deliver on it. It was just too slow and boring. Likewise, I recall several times during the course of the movie that I kept checking my watch hoping that it would come to an end. That's how boring it was. That being said, this is not a film that I would recommend to anyone, and I have rated it according.

I have a feeling that Abel Ferrara may have seen this film at some point before he made "Bad Lieutenant" (much as Sam Raimi undoubtedly saw "Equinox" before he made "Evil Dead"). There are a certain number of striking similarities between the two films: cop who seems to hate the burden of his wife and family, hates his job, is corrupt, does drugs, is p****d off and scornful of just about everything around him and...well, I won't say any more than that because I might spoil it for viewers who haven't seen one or the other film. One big difference between the two, though, is that Christopher St. John's character in "Top of the Heap" is rather more well-developed. He has an internal life (represented on-screen by a very odd astronaut/moon-shot fantasy/dream), so we have a certain understanding, if not necessarily a sympathy for his actions and motivations. This is a rather obscure (I'd never heard of it before I found my long-out-of-print Unicorn Video pre-record) but very underrated piece of filmmaking and it doesn't deserve to be heaped together with other low budget blaxploitation films of the period. It's really too bad that Christopher St. John hasn't directed another film since. I found his work a lot more interesting than the majority of Ferrara's.