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Slaughter's Big-Ripoff
[MGM]
1973; color
Directed by Gordon Douglas
Starring: Jim Brown, Ed McMahon, Don Stroud, Brock Peters & Gloria Hendry
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Picking up where our previous plot left off (in theory; not literally) we learn our husky hero must have made it back to the States from his trip to Mexico / revenge driven killing spree with relatively little drama as he's now relaxed enough to spend an afternoon engaging in a friendly horse race with a particularly white gray haired associate who I don't believe was in the first film (a phrase I could say about pretty much everyone in this except Jim Brown) and host a casual outdoor luncheon with yet more associates we don't recognize. Sadly, they never make it to the dessert course as moments later an aerial ambush, replete with guns a-blazin', attack the picnic attendees leaving the aforementioned white dude and one of the younger African American men, a fella named Eddie, dead. Slaughter, the intended target, walks away physically unscathed and is left with plenty of time to think about his dead homies. Read: plot another round of revenge. Plus he still has to follow up work to do on some of the plot / revenge from the first movie. In case you didn't see that film, suffice it to say pouring the contents of a 40 oz on the curb is not our hero's style. He prefers a more traditional eye for an eye take on revenge. (Although perhaps that should be bullet for bullet in this case.) Fortunately, since the two rounds of violence are now intertwined he can multi-task and avenge everyone's respective deaths at once. Which is just what he proceeds to do. In between kicking asses, taking names and shooting people he does, of course, make a little time for / with the ladies. Sadly not Stella Stevens - according to the IMDB she was previously engaged filming the Poseidon Adventure and was unable to participate. Instead he has some other less famous chicks to fool around with, none of whom were as memorable as their outfits. Speaking of memorable outfits, let it be known the ladies were not the only ones with a fully stocked, fully outrageous wardrobe closet. (Seriously, the men's attire during the course of this film is like a 1973 Playboy fashion spread come to life.) Also of note here is the presence of Ed McMahon, in what I assume to be one of the more interesting roles of his career, who seems to be a bit tickled to play such a sleazy mobster. (He even gets laid! Off screen thankfully.) Although this shouldn't come as a surprise considering it was produced by Samuel Arkoff, the sequel definitely has a bit more of an exploitation feel in the way everything from the first film is present but exaggerated to an even further degree.
—Bunny
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