The first movie exported from Jamaica, a genuine curiosity among black exploitation movies. The story might have been thought up by a wistful adolescent who can't, or won't, make up his mind between two different Hollywood-clichédreams of glory. For a while it follows a struggling-young-artist pattern (in this case, a needle-thin reggae singer, Jimmy Cliff, repeating one or two infectious songs seven or eight times), and then it turns sharply onto a killer-on-the-lam road: Number One on the hit parade and Number One on the wanted list in one stroke. Whatever cultural crumbs may be culled from the backgrounds of Jamaican lowlife are strictly marginal in a movie that bears all the marks of catchpenny commercial moviemaking, in particular the tackiness. Directed by Perry Henzell. (1973) — Duncan Shepherd
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