Review of Foxy Brown (1974) by Christine M — 19 May 2008
Guns in her fro, new jumpsuit every five seconds, no qualms about every gratuitous nude scene possible, happily gaping plotholes, and a penis in a jar... damn I wish I were Foxy Brown. It should go without saying, this movie is awesome. How is it that something this unapologetically campy tackles so much intense shit? Even when she's beaten, raped and addicted to heroin, the movie somehow never becomes tragic, never goes cold, never takes itself more than half seriously.
Vigilante justice: as american as apple pie.
This review of Foxy Brown (1974) was written by Christine M on 19 May 2008.
Foxy Brown has generally received mixed reviews.
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