John Shaft
Created by Ernest Tidyman (1928-84)

Who is the man
Who would risk his neck for his brother man?

SHAFT!
Who's the cat who won't cop out
When there's danger all about?

SHAFT!
He's a complicated man
And no one understands him like his woman

JOHN SHAFT
You say this cat Shaft is a mean mother-
Shut ya mout'!
I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft!
Then we can dig it!!!

JOHN SHAFT, along with Peter Gunn, is one of the few P.I.s probably best known for his theme song. In this case, it's Isaac Hayes' Academy Award-winning, percolating, throbbing slab of funk theme for the 1971 film (based on Ernest Tidyman's novel of the same year) and subsequent hit single that set the tone for much of the following decade's black music, though little of it matched the visceral mean streets ferocity of its groove.

And Shaft was every bit as innovative as his theme song, both as the harbinger of the blaxploitation film explosion of the seventies, and within the literary genre of private eyes. Up until Shaft, black eyes were few and far between. In fact, except for Ed Lacy's Toussaint Moore, there weren't any of consequence at all. A few P.I.'s, either chock-full of racist stereotypes, or victims of a condescending whitewash, and that was about it. Shaft changed all that.

And Shaft wasn't just black. He was defiantly in-yer-motherfucking-face black. The original angry black dick, as violent as Mike Hammer. A chip on his shoulder and an attitude that left no doubt that he was a guy not to fuck with. And Shaft never backed down. As Raymond Chandler put it, in his essay, The Simple Art of Murder, "He will take no man's...insolence without a due and dispassionate revenge. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him." He was always ready to mix it up, or even go to war.

Shaft's turf is the very mean streets of New York. He has expensive tastes, and likes to dress sharp. He has a swinging bachelor pad in Greenwich Village and works out of an office in Times Square, but his cases often take him into Harlem and other black neighbourhoods. His clients and friends come from the streets, and his cases often involve various black mobsters and/or radicals. He distrusts most whites, but he has little use for black radicals, either. He's content to be his own man.

The Shaft books, taken as a whole, are some of the toughest, best-written hardboiled P.I. novels of the seventies, and the three films, which cleaned up Shaft a bit, made an even huger impact on the population as a whole. A subsequent series of made-for-television movies, however, wimped out, emasculating both Hayes' score, and Shaft's character. About the only thing left from the films was actor Richard Roundtree as Shaft, looking bewildered. "Shaft on TV makes Barnaby Jones look like Eldridge Cleaver,"' was the way Cecil Smith of The Los Angeles Times put it.

Shaft's creator was Ernest Tidyman, a screenwriter also responsible for The French Connection and High Plains Drifter. So well received was Shaft by black people who were probably overjoyed to see a tough, smart, well-dressed black private eye more than holding his own in a white world, telling both cops and the mob to back off, that the National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People bestowed an NAACP Image Award upon Tidyman, a true honour, given that Tidyman was white.

And it just had to happen, after all suffocating seventies nostalgia going on in the nineties: Shaft came back! But maybe he should have stayed away. John "Boyz 'n' the Hood" Singleton's helmed a big screen remake of the classic flick about "the black private eye who digs like a private sex machine with all the chicks", with Richard "Clockers" Price scripting, and Samuel "Pulp Fiction" Jackson starring. Richard Roundtree even popped up as the original Shaft, to hand over the family biz to nephew Jackson. Can you dig it?

I thought I would, especially given all the talent involved, but the end result was disappointing, to say the least. Shaft wasn't even a private eye anymore. Oh, they pump up the volume, and it's certainly entertaining, in a slick, pre-programmed way, but it's not 1971 anymore, that's for sure. It has all the edge of a Nerf ball, just another so-so over-ampled shoot-'em-up. The Isaac Hayes soundtrack is the best part.

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Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. A very special thanks to Mark Sullivan, Gerald So and Nate Rayle for their input.


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