The Final Comedown

Though labeled as a blaxploitation film, this is essentially a preachy character study about a young man from the slums, who is pressured into becoming a militant gang member, but is fatally wounded during a police shootout. The rest of the movie is mostly told in flashbacks, leading up to the showdown between the cops and the gang members. The movie is just sluggish with its pace. Because New World Pictures lost money when they picked it up for distribution, the movie was re-shot in 1976 with new footage and released under its new title Blast!, with new footage directed by Allan Arkush.

This has (as a given, or as it should be) righteous and furious anger at a society that has oppressed and enslaved people for centuries, and that more crucially and literally the racism of one side towards another into policies and something as simple as who can get a breakfast or an adult to get a job is being passed down to the next generation(s). It's the kind of movie that I assume Ibrahim X Kendi would screen if he had a film connected to his How to be an Anti-Racist book, and I mean that as a compliment (albeit I'm not sure what he'd think of the bullet strewn and blood-soaked meyley of the last 15 minutes, and I may just have it on my mind as I'm listening to the audiobook now, but I digress, sort of).

What I mean by all this is I am on board with what this film is presenting, in particular that Johnny's path to picking up a gun doesn't come out of nowhere and, invariably, leads to the kind of tragedy that we still see today if not on this exact scale (and god knows what the pigs of the 60s and 70s would do with the firepower of today), and I wish as a movie in and of itself I loved it more. I think it is ultimately a good movie, with some staggering bits of editing, and Billy Dee of course who takes this role for everything he's got, but I'm not sure if (adaptor and director) Williams transcended the stage roots.

I'm not familiar with the play or when it was written (I assume it came right at the same time as when the Black Panthers were on the rise, and all the drama that goes with that, and naturally this pairs well with Judas and the Black Messiah), but there are scenes and dialog exchanges that feel taken verbatim from a stage text and... You can tell, it's sometimes that feeling, and frankly not entirely in the writing but in the performance of like Johnny's mother or a few of the other militants, it's not quite as natural as it could have been.

But if this flaw exists, it doesn't hamper the overall impact and stylistic intensity of the production. Sure, the editor has seen Easy Rider or other films that have that one-two-three cutting technique to jump us back and forth through time, and some of the edits are even kind of rough to the point where one can almost see the scratches from the Steenbeck. But there are amazing bits as well, like when the Vietnam Vet is having that incredible bout of PTSD and it throws him into a frenzy. I thought that really got at what a lot of what Williams and his collaborators were after. And there are other moments that strike hard and deep with little dialog, like when Johnny is applying for the job and sees the white man pulling the secretary in and he and us know what's about to come next. All on faces and largely about POV.

Sure, much of this is didactic too, but so what? American cinema needed that sometimes in its polemics, and it does feel more of a cousin to a Battle of Algiers or even one of Godard's more ornery (but for him coherent) works than a Foxy Brown or what have you. It was made on a low budget (and all praise to AFI who get some credit in the title cards), and it has aged poorly in some parts - frankly I wish there had been more room for a stronger female presence here, and practically none are in the shootout - but it also has, as one more comparison, the ethos of a Night of the Living Dead: it doesn't lie to you what it's on about and its in-your-face presence is refreshing.

And to reiterate: good god Billy Dee Williams is amazing in this.

I was really touched by this film. I thought the cinematography was excellent in it. It's a pretty depressing movie, and it shouldn't be looked down upon just because it's propaganda. It's well edited and well crafted. Reminded me of the battleship potemkin in this regard.

THE FINAL COMEDOWN is a cheap blaxploitation vehicle for actor Billy Dee Williams, later to achieve worldwide fame and recognition for his role in the STAR WARS films. His appearance here is something of a star-making turn for the actor, who burns up the screen as the black revolutionary determined to stand up to the racist white cops who are making his life a nightmare.

This is an undeniably cheap film that's plenty rough around the edges, although it's an interesting picture for sure. It avoids the usual stereotypes of sex and violence that often prop up this genre, even though both are present throughout the running time, most noticeably during a lengthy and gratuitous sex scene. Instead it provides a kind of social commentary exploring the issues of the times, and the racism inherent in 1970s society.

The grungy vibe of THE FINAL COMEDOWN gives it a realistic appearance even though it isn't particularly satisfying on a visceral or emotional level. The supporting cast is a well-judged one and I was amused to see a younger R.G. Armstrong, still looking old even at this stage of his career. This isn't the kind of film that's going to set anyone's world on fire - it's obscure for a reason - but fans of the stars or genre will find themselves intrigued by it.

This brilliant and insightful film stars Billy Dee as a young college age man who is hell-bent on making changes to this racist and hypocritical system we call America .As the reluctant leader of a courageous band of young Black and White students,Billy's seething portrayal is incredible. We see not only the conflicts of race but also conflicts regarding family and the generation gap .It's obvious from the opening scenes the story can only end one way .The budgetary constraints are apparent throughout, but Oscar-caliber (imagine that!!ha ) performances make this film EXPLODE off the screen and grip you where it hurts.This picture also co-stars the late , great D'urville Martin best known as the sidekick of Fred Williamson in several fun ,but far less important blaxpo flicks. Its very interesting the story begins during the late 60's riots in L.A. with our main character mortally wounded so the story is told in a retrospect (ala Serpico)with all other characters reflecting on the situation up to the present .I think if we could , as fellow human beings relate to some of these issues in this film , America might be a decent place.Hats off to the Black Stuntmans Assoc.who helped bring this off .We need more of these films!A rarely seen GEM !