Malcolm

South Africa provides the lush and exotic backdrop for this hard-boiled Johnny Wadd thriller. Hired to pick-up a four-million dollar diamond called the Blonde Fire, Wadd arrives in the Dark Continent with a suitcase full of cash and his gun loaded. In no time at all, Johnny has traded his cash for the diamond, and unloaded his big gun into a bevy of beautiful broads. "Much to his chagrin, Johnny finds out he's been had--the diamond is a fake, and his women have all been spies for a notorious underground, kingpin known only as Malcolm. In the seedy Capetown underground, Johnny uncovers a ring of jewel thieves controlled by Malcolm, as well as a gorgeous Morrocan bellydancer who engages him in one of the most erotic trysts in the annals of adult cinema. "Tying all the loose ends together with his usual dexterity, Johnny heads back for home to celebrate his success with his beautiful blonde girlfriend--an unknown newcomer known only as SEKA

Black seed in fertile white wombs! Take four lily-white girls hungry for cash and mad as hell at their daddy. Throw in eight menacing black guys fresh from the joint, angry as shit at the man, and horny as muthafuckas. Pair them off 2 on 1 like they're playing hoops and keep the cameras rolling. What do you got? You got a prime example of what Malcolm X might have called progressive race relations. Who cares if the guys think you need a pencil to take a paternity test? They ain't gonna be around long enough to worry about that sheee-it.