So, before I shove my magnum opus down your throats (believe me, it’s coming along, my children). Let’s take a break and review Abby in the silence before the storm.
Abby is the work of William Girdler – a cheesy exploitation director whom made some of the worst movies such as Grizzly, Day of the Animals, Three on a Meathook and The Manitou before he sadly died in a helicopter crash while working on another movie.
His movies were not his babies, intricately planned and plotted like other movies I’ve mentioned before – no, his movies were cash-grabs. They were The Asylum of the 70’s, probably with the same budget (without the inflation, too). But even as a cash-grab, I find his movies fun. Not clever. Not good. But fun.
So, let’s dive into what
The Excorcist Abby is all about.
The story starts with the King of Cartoons from Peewee’s Playhouse as the smuggest-looking man in all existence.
He’s also a professor/archaeologist/adventurer/humanitarian/pastor?/father/kisser-on-the-lips of his female students.
On an archaeological dig in Nigeria, he finds a puzzle box with a d— (I’m not kidding) and opens it, thinking it has something to do with Eshu of the Yoruba religion. In real life, Eshu is just a trickster god, who is a messenger to the High God, but also acts like a d—. He’s like a Hermes/Loki hybrid. He also sports a d—like hat.
But woah, not Abby’s Eshu. Abby’s Eshu is the god of wind, uggo faces, chain-smoker voices, and getting eff-ed hardcore. Actually, Eshu sounds a lot like a great-aunt of mine…
Miles away, Blacula’s son and daughter-in-law, the titular character, excitedly move into a new home.
The son, Emmett (played by Terry Carter), is a pastor for a local church and Abby is a marriage counselor/youth program coordinator/church singer. Her mom and her brother are also in the mix and everyone is pleasant and happy…that is, until that d—box is opened.
Suddenly, Abby doesn’t seem much like herself. She is seeming more and more like a chain-smoking, uggo-faced ho that bones guys until they turn into smoke…
Brain Roll Juice/Thoughts:
I can’t take it seriously. The cuts are just insane. Pleasantly so. It will be a serious conversation like, “we have to save Abby or she’ll be dead by tonight-”/cut to loud funk music and Emmet driving.
The dialogue is bonkers at times. Again, pleasantly so.[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79Ckk7i1f2c&w=560&h=315]
William Marshall, although he wasn’t pleased with the film (I don’t blame him), was a delight to watch.
Terry Carter actually tugged a little at my emotion chords when desperately searching for his wife, playing it very vulnerable and empathetic. Carol Speed did a good job she could with what she had script-wise, plus being terrorized by a series of tornadoes while filming. However, from interviews it sounds like she had fun, so that makes me happy. I had fun watching it.
The only brain juice is the actual sliver of African culture thrown in. I learned more about the Yoruba people and their pantheon. It was weird that the movie was mixed with Christianity, but I think that was because of the Exorcist -ahem- leanings. I was relieved it wasn’t just a made-up religion for the purpose of being different. But yeah, they took liberties on Eshu’s personality.
A fun and campy Blaxploitation romp into Exorcist territory. Good for a movie night.(3 / 5)