As if his
original productions weren’t bad enough, schlockmeister Al Adamson periodically
repurposed old footage—from his own past films and from productions for which
he acquired the rights—to swindle unsuspecting grindhouse audiences. Bogusly marketed
as a brand-new blaxploitation picture, Mean Mother began its existence as Run for Your Life (1971), a Spanish-made adventure flick about a
Vietnam deserter who becomes mired in various criminal enterprises. Adamson bought the
movie, then shot about 30 minutes of new scenes featuring Dobie Gray, a singer who scored a pop hit the previous year with “Drift Away,” as a second deserter. (Squandering any tie-in opportunities, the singer is billed here as “Clifton Brown.”) Adamson spliced material from the two productions together and created a disjointed hybrid film. Mean Mother starts and ends with the new
material, which has a quasi-blaxploitation feel if only because Gray and Marilyn Joi, the
leading lady in his sequences, are both African-American. Every so
often, Adamson cuts to the Spanish material, which has a totally different
vibe. The new scenes are fast-paced and sleazy, whereas the European scenes are
leisurely and slick. Tracking the storyline is pointless, though the overall
gist has something to do with the deserters trying to raise enough money to
leave Rome, where they landed after fleeing Southeast Asia, and relocate to
Canada. There’s also some nonsense about drug deals and kidnappings, but,
really, everything in the plot is an excuse to trigger fight scenes and sex
scenes. Adamson satisfies low appetites with nudity and violence, but the deeply uninteresting Mean Mother disappoints in every other
regard. As for Gray, the fact that he only
notched one more screen credit—14 years after Mean Mother—correctly indicates that acting was not among his
gifts.
Mean Mother: LAME
Alright, how many more Al Adamson movies are left to review? Will the madness ever stop?!
ReplyDeleteLooks like another four or five titles are still lurking out there. For readers' sanity and my own, I'm trying to space out the Adamsons, though the impulse to get them done once and for all is strong...
ReplyDeleteSee, I'd be tempted to go the opposite way -- use up the Adamsons, get them behind you. This particular movie sounds as slapped together as They Saved Hitler's Brain.
ReplyDeleteWhy just devote a week to Mr. Independent-International - then it'll be over and done with. Knowing this one was done by mashing Adamson with a European movie explains the presence of Lucianna Paluzzi, who Adamson could never have afforded (and who I doubt would have even wanted to work with him).
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