Celebrate your MLK Day the Abar way!
â€śThis deliciously loopy doozy is one of the single most gloriously weird and original jaw-droppers produced during the 70's blaxploitation craze. Must be seen to be (dis)believed.â€ť â€“ The Last New Jersey Drive-In on the Left
â€śWhat It Was ... What It Is ... What It Ought To Be!â€ť
When a black doctor and his family move into a hostile neighborhood filled with racist idiots looking to keep their suburb as white as a bleached sheet, thereâ€™s gonna be hell to pay because Abar, the Black Superman, will soon be making the scene, ready to teach these close-minded chumps the real meaning of racial equality! Young urban revolutionary John Abar, leader of the Black Front of Unity (BFU!), becomes the ultimate â€śhonkey wrecking ballâ€ť when he is unwittingly used as an experimental guinea pig by black doctor Ken Kincade, who transforms Abar into the â€śfirst black supermanâ€ť with the help of his new â€śserum of indestructibility.â€ť Fighting racism is all well and good, until Abar starts to freak out with his new found powers (which, in addition to indestructibility, also include telekinesis, the ability to control the wind and the power to turn spaghetti into worms!!!!), and he busts out of the doctorâ€™s lab, rampaging into the night to stick his super foot up the ass of The Man! This shockingly and hilariously low-budget Blaxploitation flick (filled with actors clearly reading from cue cards, wobbly sets, a serious lack of second takes, etc.) is a true oddity in a genre filled with oddities. A delightfully ham-fisted attempt to raise the social consciousness of its drive-in audience, Abar leaves no stone unturned in its quest for racial relevance: from crooked white cops to corrupt government aid programs to a message of â€śnon-violent activismâ€ť culled from the teaching of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (whose â€śI have a dreamâ€ť speech can be heard under the closing credits), this is a bizarrely earnest action flick painted with the broadest of strokes - everyone white is evil, and any black person who doesnâ€™t live in the ghetto is a total sell-out. Coupled with some of the most gut-bustingly bad dialogue and weirdest biblical/supernatural revenge sequences to ever appear in a Grade-Z sci-fi flick, it all congeals into a true tower of absurdity that could only be called Abar! (Dir. by Frank Packard, 1977, 101 min., Rated R) Digital