The late Richard Roundtree's last performance in 2024's "Thelma" motivated me to seek out this forgotten 1975 adventure dramedy directed by Jack Gold, a satirical take on Daniel Dafoe's "Robinson Crusoe". Actually the movie was based more specifically on a 1973 revisionist play by Adrian Mitchell who reinterpreted the classic tale from Friday's perspective with a then-contemporary mindset about civilization, race relations and genocide. It's as patently bizarre as it sounds, but Peter O'Toole and Roundtree inject a lot of brio into their predictably drawn roles. The always watchable O'Toole is particularly manic as Crusoe. Clearly in a move to diversify his career beyond Shaft, Roundtree is called on to say and do some humiliating things in his noble savage role wearing a loincloth for much of the film, but his commitment and natural charisma help overcome many of the plot holes like his immediate fluency in English and his defiantly off-key singing. There are scenes that will make you wince from over-the-top execution, but there are also entertaining moments like their athletic competition and one surprisingly provocative moment when Friday makes himself available to Crusoe out of sheer practicality. Filmed in Puerto Vallarta, the overlong film is visually rich but does sag from its methodical pacing.
