"Coffy" is mindless, exploitative, excessively violent, poorly acted, badly written and definitely appeals to my (and I'm sure your) prurient interests. So why then, given all those preceding caveats, did a question start to form in my head about halfway through and persist to the end, namely that if this is such a crappy film then why in the name of all that is PG rated am I having so much fun watching it? (I confess that the answer "because I am a senile, insensitive boob" never entered my consciousness).
In other words, this is yet another example of that wonderful, post code, movie phenomenon called the guilty pleasure. Fight it and you'll end up feeling like Joe Breen on a bad day. Go with it, as I did, and you'll have a pretty good time. And definitely do not pull the plug until after the fight scene in the buffet involving Pam G versus The King's stable of hoochies. Give it a B minus.
In other words, this is yet another example of that wonderful, post code, movie phenomenon called the guilty pleasure. Fight it and you'll end up feeling like Joe Breen on a bad day. Go with it, as I did, and you'll have a pretty good time. And definitely do not pull the plug until after the fight scene in the buffet involving Pam G versus The King's stable of hoochies. Give it a B minus.