In 1971, the action/thriller "Shaft" made a gigantic splash thanks to a
dynamite theme song from Isaac Hayes and a sexy, powerhouse lead
performance from Richard Roundtree. The actual movie was serviceable at
best, but Roundtree was so damn cool that little things like plot and
pacing seemed incidental at the time. Besides, even if you hated the
film, it was such fun singing along to Isaac Hayes' Oscar and Grammy
Twenty-nine years later, there's a new "Shaft" in town and, once again,
the song (and, to a lesser degree, the star) is better than the actual
According to Director John Singleton ("Boyz N the Hood," "Rosewood"),
Producer Scott Rudin ("The First Wives Club," "Clueless") and star
Samuel L. Jackson, "Shaft" was, to put it mildly, a troubled shoot. Each
man had his own idea of how to properly present the American icon and
their on-set warfare spilled over to the interview circuit. The friction
shows onscreen. "Shaft" is a wildly disjointed film that makes a number
of fundamental mistakes.
"Who's the black private dick who's a sex machine to all the chicks?"
goes Isaac Hayes' theme song. But this time around, Shaft is a New York
City policeman so busy being pissed off that he doesn't have time to
think about sex. Well, at least they got the black part right. To his
credit, Jackson forced a rewrite so that Shaft resigns from the force to
become a private detective early on (Rudin wanted him to remain a cop
because he found the notion of a private citizen running around NYC
shooting people unrealistic). Despite Jackson's insistence on
authenticity in that area, he misses the essence of the character.
Richard Roundtree's John Shaft is a self-assured, earthy stud, while
Jackson's John Shaft (the nephew of the original) is brittle, cerebral
and explosive. Put simply, Roundtree simmers while Jackson boils -- and
the difference is crucial. Around 20 minutes into the film, viewers get
to do their own comparison when Jackson's Shaft hooks up with his uncle
at a neighborhood bar. Roundtree saunters onscreen and instantly
establishes the sense of unforced cool that inspired Isaac Hayes' song.
Finally, here's the real Shaft, which begs the question: Why didn't John
Singleton hire Richard Roundtree to star in the new film? It can't be
his age – Jackson is only six years younger than Roundtree. The veteran
actor looks as good as ever, so why make him settle for a glorified
Apparently, the thought never occurred to Singleton. From the beginning,
he envisioned Roundtree only as a supporting player, with a younger
actor in the lead role. Reportedly, the studio would not agree to
finance the movie without a star of Jackson's caliber above the title.
But I believe that if Singleton had pitched the story with Roundtree as
the central figure and a hot actor like Jackson taking the secondary
spot, someone in Hollywood would have been smart enough to pony up the
Understand, I appreciate the enormous talent of Samuel L. Jackson, but
in the years following his "Pulp Fiction" breakthrough, I've grown a bit
tired of watching displays of his righteous anger. Here, Jackson makes
Shaft come off more like a loose cannon than a savvy maverick. The guy
needs to spend some quality time with his uncle and learn how to smooth
The script needs smoothing out as well. The story begins with Shaft
trying to nail wealthy racist murderer Walter Wade Jr. (Christian Bale,
playing a variant of his "American Psycho" character), but splinters
midway through when neighborhood drug lord Peoples Hernandez ("Basquiat"
star Jeffrey Wright) enters the scene. The filmmakers were so taken with
Wright's compelling, over-the-top performance that they shifted
everything in his direction (scenes of Roundtree and Bale were cut to
give him more screen time). By the latter part of the film, the focus is
entirely on Shaft versus Hernandez. Instead of the expected (and needed)
mano à mano between our hero and the smug racist, the film wraps up with
a lazy anticlimax.
Praise be to Isaac Hayes, who was smart enough not to "modernize" his
legendary title tune. Instead of throwing in a rap segment or doing a
techno treatment, he simply re-recorded the song, retaining all its
funky glory. "Shaft" may only be a series of action scenes (including a
few nicely done ones, by the way) held together with a tattered script
and the thunder of Samuel L. Jackson, but at least that great theme
remains. Hayes still croons, "They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother--
" The backup singers still cut him off with a tart, "Shut your mouth!"
And when he explains, "But I'm talkin' about Shaft," I have no question
which Shaft he's talking about.
Copyright © 2000 Edward Johnson-Ott