bob the moo Whenever he is caught in bed with the wife of the local sheriff and events turn into a bloodbath, Dolemite decides it is time to head west, out to California. Once there he sets himself up with Queen Bee only to find that her primarily black nightclub is under threat from white criminal types. The success of Queen's club has robbed business from a mafia owned premises and they are keen to drive her out of business by whatever means necessary. Dolemite of course has other ideas.In a bit of a blaxploitation mood I watched this film after I watched Truck Turner – which I found to be an enjoyable film, being good for the genre. The Human Tornado immediately let me know that it was probably at the other end of the pack as the child-like credits roll over Rudy Ray Moore dressing "sexy" and performing the type of martial arts moves that can only be pulled off by someone who has learnt all their skills from watching it on TV and never having done a minute's training in their whole podgy life. This then gives way to only slightly amusing stand-up routine from Moore/Dolemite in which the audience loves every second of it. After a while we get into the "proper" film – and I use that word with inverted commas simply because there is almost nothing proper about this. While blaxploitation films always show the cool black characters putting one over on the (predominately racist, dumb or both) white characters, this film does it with even less class and effort than the previous Dolemite (itself not that great a film). What this means is that the plot rapidly becomes one of Dolemite beating up rednecks or sleeping with voluptuous and up-for-it white women. There is a vague story here but it is essentially just one scene after another of this and after a while you stop caring about the fact that it makes no sense and has no narrative flow to it.Indeed very quickly I stopped caring about the whole film and it was about this time that I started to realise it was a very poor film indeed. It lacks any real humour or likable characters. Dolemite is a real jerk throughout – and not even in a "look at him being cruel and cool" way – he just genuinely is an ass. Of course a massive part of this is Moore's performance which can only aspire to be as good as the dialogue bits in cheesy 1970's porn movies – he literally is not even that good. He has no charisma and no delivery – were it not for his bulk he would not really register in the film. The only thing he brings is unintentional laughter as he shows off his "awesome body" (awesome body meaning something different in the 70's it seems) and his amazing martial arts skills (which are laughably poor). If it was just this then maybe but the rest of the film is made up of lazy caricatures and cruel humour that isn't actually funny – all of it looking like it was made up on the spot by a cast who are awful at ad-libbing, shot on knackered cameras and lit by the crew putting their lighters up. Even the soundtrack is pretty weak considering this is normally a selling point of the genre. The various girls all flash flesh for the viewer but not even in a way that is able to make this film work as some sort of soft-porn titillation.Overall, whatever forgiveness I had for the first Dolemite film has clearly expired because I found the Human Tornado to be an awful film – even by the standards of a genre where "bad" can still be enjoyed as part of the experience. It is lacking in discipline, has no story worth following and is essentially one daft scene of excess after another, with no real respect for the viewer or the internal logic of the film. If it were trashy fun then perhaps it would work but it is such a selfish and indulgent mess that it is hard to even enjoy how bad it is. Truck Turner provided me with an entertaining example of the genre – this film only served to remind me how cheap and nasty that same genre could be.

Joseph P. Ulibas Human Tornado (1976) is in many ways a better film than it's predecessor. The director knew what he had to work with and catered towards Rudy Ray Moore's limitations as an actor. It's a fun movie that's more technically sound and acted. The performers don't take themselves too seriously and it seems that this time around everyone is on the joke and goes with the flow. Rudy Ray Moore seems more relaxed in front of the camera and not as stiff like he was in Dolemite.I enjoyed the film very much and I highly recommend it. Just like his first film, it's catered towards a certain audience (I highly doubt that Mr. Moore was trying to broaden his audience at this point in his career). Check it out!Highjly recommended.

spider-20 I've not only seen this movie but I bought it! I like the fact that it has everything you'd expect to see in a 70's era movie: kung-fu, sex, crooked cops and all the funky clothes you ever wished to see.If you like low budget 70's movies, it doesn't get any better than this!Check it out.

arschrock Here we have another movie by the (depending on your opinion) genius or deleriously incompetent tour de force who is Rudy Ray Moore, more well-known for his unsubtly titled riebald "party records" such as "Eat out more often" and "The Cockpit".Here, Rudy Ray Moore goes well beyond the call of duty as he ineffectively attempts to weave a plot based around the loss of Queen Bee's nightclub. But forget plot, did you _really_ rent this expecting something cerebral? It's full of everything you want in a movie.The first 10 minutes of this movie is sheer genius. Absurd "special effects", uproarously bad dialogue, Moore's trademark "kung-fu", and carnivalesque blacksploitation stereotypes set the tone. Yet, the entire film, as far as pure camp goes, is a comedic goldmine as well. In true style, Moore is actually serious about his movies, despite the overacting, bad special effects, and a confusing script. All of this leads to some jaw-droppingly ridiculous scenes which are cliche as they are hilarious.If I have to voice one complaint, it would be: Why is it that Rudy insists on inserting these prolonged spoken word pieces in every one of his movies? This is the only place in the movie where I was tempted to reach for my remote... We can only assume that the reason why he is torturing us is that he was attempting to extend his street cred (he often claims to have invented rap, as well as raucous comedy LPs, among other things)."The Human Tornado" emerges as a much better film somehow than "Monkey Hustle" (which, dissapointingly, featured no monkies) and the almost incomprehensible "Petey Wheatstraw". Personally I like it much better than even the original Dolomite, although at times "Avenging Disco Godfather" does give it a run for its money for raw psychedalic effects (the ending sequence of his aunt looking like she's straight out of an evil dead movie). Features a young Ernie Hudson, however no other big names such as antonio fargas or pam grier pop up.Essentially, Rudy Ray Moore thinks he's all that. You'll either agree, or be so amazed that he exists that you can't stop laughing. Or both.