Product Description

Abby Doesn t Need a Man...The Devil Is Her Lover Now!William Girdler s blaxploitation answer to The Exorcist (1973) is a down and dirty, dollar store knock-off of the Hollywood blockbuster that has since gained a loyal cult following of it s own. Pulled from theaters only weeks after it s premiere, sued into obscurity and essentially a lost movie for three decades, Abby is finally ready to repossess the souls of fans everywhere! SPECIAL EDITION FEATURES: trailer, radio spot, poster images, lobby card repros, production stills.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #85835 in DVD
• Brand: Victory
• Released on: 2007-06-01
• Rating: R (Restricted)
• Aspect ratio: 1.33:1
• Formats: Color, DVD, NTSC
• Original language: English
• Number of discs: 1
• Dimensions: 1.00 pounds
• Running time: 92 minutes

Review
The title Abby might sound like a '70s sitcom (I can hear the theme song now: "Abby, she's crabby...kind of stabby."), but it's in fact a blaxploitation horror movie that plays out unabashedly in the vein of The Exorcist. In fact, it came dangerously close to being called Blackorcist, and while that tile may have been distinctly cheesier, it may have helped prevent the film from being swept under the rug for decades like it was. Despite an opening full of corny, overly expository dialogue, the film settles down into a level of entertaining schlock that pushes the same shock buttons that The Exorcist pushed (albeit with a much lower budget): over-the-top profanity and sexuality, levitation, facial disfigurement, and, of course, mouth froth. What could be outright camp, though (given the tagline, "Abby doesn't need a man anymore...The devil is her lover!"), is treated with a straight face, despite the fact that the demon that possesses Abby (Carol Speed) looks like a Play Dough rendition of the Incredible Hulk. --www.blackhorrormovies.com

Review
Scary, hilarious, and vastly better than its reputation suggests, Abby has a number of moments where you don't know whether to laugh or scream. I, personally, ended up laughing most of the time. One of these scenes has Abby (Carol Speed) beating up a concerned family friend while chanting, "Here we go 'round the merry-go-round, merry-go-round, merry-go-round...." Another moment has Abby obscenely salivating over chicken blood. Still another is when she rips open her blouse and begins spouting four-letter words at a marriage-counseling session. Then there's the discotheque exorcism, with the demon bellowing and swearing as the joint is telekinetically demolished. A lot of the movie is ridiculous, yes, but that's why it's so horrific. If it were rational, what would be the point? Some scenes, however, fall off the humor-horror fence onto the comedy side. The best example of this is Abby's performance of the soulful "My Soul is a Witness" in the church choir. The problem is, Carol can't sing! Another character mentions her "angelic voice." Apparently the angels live in her sinuses! Then there's the use of fried chicken as a constant theme and Juanita Moore's sage pearls of wisdom about "lovin' a good man." The performances range from passable to quite good. The best comes from the always dignified, commanding William Marshall as the exorcist. Paula Henderson's main theme, "Will We Find Our Tomorrows," is memorable, as is most everything else about the movie. Though it's often silly, Abby is never dull. --www.imdb.com

Review
I have to admit that although often ridiculous, Abby is never dull and a hoot to watch. --www.thespinningimage.co.uk