lageee I agree with most of the reviews here. I am the child actress Debbie Kinkad. I did not have any formal training and I'm not sure if the others did, but I think they did. I however had an amazing time and great experience filming when I was young. It truly is a bad movie, however the storyline was great!This is absolutely a low budget movie as I didn't get paid. I didn't have a clue it even was put on tape or DVD, as I had not seen the movie until I was in my forties. Someone searching my name and asked me about it. So I had to do a search for myself and it popped up under my name as the original name of the movie was changed, from SuperBlack to this.

MisterWhiplash From the looks of Abar, the First Black Superman, not a trace of progress was made from the civil rights movement of the 1950s and 1960s. That doesn't stop Frank Packard from making his "statement" on race relations between whites and blacks. This is such a clumsy and badly made film, but not for one moment was I bored. At times I was flabbergasted, or yelling at the screen at a character's actions (or, more often than not, so-called performances), but never did I want to turn it off. It's a classic of fun-bad movies, only hurt somewhat by the fact that its main character doesn't turn into the First Black Superman until an hour into the film! (who really REALLY doesn't look like how he does on the re-issued cover, "In Your Face", titled for some God-awful reason).Abar is part of a black resistance, of sorts, but he only comes into play with the life of Dr. Kincade and his family when the good doctor and his kin move into a 200 grand house - in the suburbs! Oh, Whitey doesn't like that, and of course there's a "welcoming" committee waiting outside the home with signs like "N-word" this and so on, and of course Kincade doesn't feel too comfortable at it, especially when one white woman yells at one of his kids. So he gets Abar to help out as security, but it unfortunately doesn't save Kincade's quick-talking (or mumble-mouthed) son from getting run over by another Whitey in a car. Vengeance must be had! But can Kincade take the serum he's developed for rabbits to gain psychic powers? Will Abar, a volatile and possibly psychotic being with huge muscles and bad 'tude be able to take it? Tune in next week as...Oh, this is such stupid stuff. Some of the dialog is bad enough, but the performances, oh man. It's like watching an off-off-off-off-off Broadway production that is really the Community theater of a basement in Queens putting on Blaxspoitation. The lead actor, J. Walter Smith, makes me pine for Rudy Ray Moore's expert ability. His job here ranges from wildly, badly over-the-top to unnecessarily whispering every line. The kid actor playing Kincade's son, Tony Rumford, speaks his lines like he wants to rush away to go to the bathroom. And the director makes Tobar Mayo (Abar) into a kind of black El Topo in the last twenty minutes with a series of eye-close-ups that should make him SUPER BAD ASS NEGRO-MAN-THING, but is really just as silly as anything else.So why recommend it? Because it is so funny, and so tasteless that it's hard to resist. It's the kind of movie that liberally (I mean inappropriately, like at the end and at a critical point midway through) uses clips from Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech. Did they even get the rights to this? Maybe for the good of all African-American kind they persuaded the King estate to use the clips for good use... such as highlighting a story of racial oppression where there's either dirty ghetto that can't be saved or white suburbia that won't have one black person anywhere near them. I almost hope there was a series (or at least a sequel) of these movies. Perhaps once was enough, but I can at least say it's a unequivocal guilty pleasure. It makes other campy blaxploitation subtle by comparison.

Woodyanders Successful and respected black doctor Kenneth Kincade (the hopelessly wooden J. Walter Smith, who comes across like a poor man's William Marshall) and his family move into an affluent California suburb populated by grotesquely hateful and intolerant evil snobby white jerks. Said jerks not only protest in front of the Kincade's house and leave a coffin on the front lawn, but also string up the family's pet cat after they brutally butcher the poor kitty. Dr. Kincade enlists the aid of bold and fearsome black militant Abar (bald, charismatic Tobar Mayo) and his followers to protect his family. After his son gets killed by the vile racists, Dr. Kincade injects Abar with an experimental serum that makes him indestructible and gives him special psychic powers. Sporting an immaculate blue suit and red shirt, Abar decides to clean up the streets: Among the good deeds he performs are turning wine into milk, making a purse snatcher return his stolen item to its rightful owner, forcing a bunch of graffiti artists to repaint a wall they just defaced, and, best of all, unleashing a hurricane and plague of rats on the wholly deserving Caucasian villains. Boy, is this one fabulously freaky and stunningly clunky micro-budget blaxploitation oddity: Frank Packard's plodding (mis)direction, James Smalley's talky, yet genuinely offbeat and unpredictable script, the authentically grimy inner city Los Angeles locations, the endearingly amateurish acting by a no-name cast (Roxie Young as Ms. Kincade cops the grand booby prize; check out her big crack-up scene after discovering the mangled body of her murdered son), Ron Garcia's rough, static cinematography, the infrequent ineptly staged action scenes, the funky 70's TV cop show-style score, and the totally unexpected from out in left field uplifting conclusion all make this deliciously loopy doozy one of the single most gloriously weird and original jaw-droppers produced during the 70's blaxploitation craze. Must be seen to be (dis)believed.

spiderman-3 First off: potential viewers should note that the picture on the front of the In Your Face re-release (actual title: Abar, The First Black Superman) has NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE! The two people pictured on the front are NOT in the movie, and neither one of them is Abar.Now that that's out of the way, this movie is so bad that it is not only entertaining, it's highly enjoyable. The premise is easy to follow, and the story has so many goofball turns in it (Dr. Kinkade develops a serum that makes rabbits bulletproof!! Little boy's dream sequence is also unforgettable!) that you can't help but have a good time taking it all in. Production values are really horrible, sound looping is obvious, and scenes often cut for no reason. Still, worth a look, especially if you're a die-hard fan of nonsensical B-movies. The only real problem with this one is the extremely tacked-on lackluster ending.