Film

The Mack

Name: The Mack
Genre: Drama, Crime
Released: 1973
Cast: Max Julien, Don Gordon, Richard Pryor, Carol Speed, George Murdock

The Mack is a 1973 crime drama following a newly released convict's meteoric rise as a pimp in Oakland. It's a stylish, unflinching look at street power and corruption, shot through with dark humor and propulsive energy. Essential blaxploitation landmark that treats its subject with moral complexity rather than exploitation.

TMDb rating

3.2

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you want a crime film where attitude, milieu and the sharp rhythm of street talk matter more than tight plotting.

Skip it if you need tight plotting or a brisk pace, since this one lingers on its scenes, its clothes and its nightlife rather than pushing the story forward.

What it asks of you: Settle in for just under two hours, with long stretches of talk, music and sly observation before the pressure builds.

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