Bullying a West Hollywood disco owner (on Sunset Blvd., just east of the Beverly Hills border) over the type of music they play does create enough of a plot for some violence and racial intrigue in this very obscure blaxploitatiom movie. When the music is pumpin', the film is a lot of fun (songs I haven't heard in years!), but John Poole as the lead character of Fass Black sadly is so underwritten and generic that he's not all that interesting, and villain Nicholas Lewis is just another cliched white bully serving no purpose with his demand that Poole play records that his clients have no interest dancing to.
Appearances by dancer Harold Nicholas and Stymie Beard offer a sense of nostalgia, but they are roles that any actor could have played and don't serve these veteran actors well. The club itself is mixed which is nice to see (but not uncommon in the very liberal L. A. area), and dance sequences are nicely filmed, probably not even staged, just shot as the dancers did their thing. There's some very jarring editing too where things happen without any build-up. A stronger script and better direction and even a more magnetic cast may have improved this one quite a bit.
Appearances by dancer Harold Nicholas and Stymie Beard offer a sense of nostalgia, but they are roles that any actor could have played and don't serve these veteran actors well. The club itself is mixed which is nice to see (but not uncommon in the very liberal L. A. area), and dance sequences are nicely filmed, probably not even staged, just shot as the dancers did their thing. There's some very jarring editing too where things happen without any build-up. A stronger script and better direction and even a more magnetic cast may have improved this one quite a bit.