For the opening scene of Shaft – the 1971 film that helped inaugurate the “blaxploitation” genre and spawned an Oscar-winning song in Isaac Hayes’s call-and-response classic Theme from Shaft – the director Gordon Parks mapped out to the actor Richard Roundtree exactly what would happen.
Roundtree – playing the New York detective John Shaft who “won’t cop out when there’s danger all about” as the song puts it – was to stride out of the subway near Times Square, tracked by assorted cameras positioned opposite him and at high angles. “I want you to walk across 42nd Street,” Parks said. “And I want you to own it.”
Own it he did. In his beige turtleneck and brown leather trench coat, Roundtree swaggers and weaves through the hubbub, looking bemused at a demonstration going on around him (which was nothing to do with the film itself but a real-life protest by the Gay Activists Alliance) and improvising the moment when he raises his middle finger at an impatient cabbie. “I did own it,” he reflected. “Much better than I could ever have imagined.”
It was the first major screen appearance for Roundtree, who has died aged 81 of pancreatic cancer, and the one that defined him for the rest of his life. He was cast after a meeting with Parks, a former photojournalist, who showed him a magazine advertisement and said: “We’re kind of looking for a guy who looks like this.” Serendipitously, it was an ad featuring Roundtree himself.
In optioning Ernest Tidyman’s 1970 novel, in which Shaft is hired to rescue a gangster’s kidnapped daughter, MGM had considered making the characters white. But Parks defended the novel’s vision, including its acute awareness of Black culture. He wanted audiences “to see the Black guy winning”.
That single-mindedness paid off, saving the troubled studio from bankruptcy. “Ghetto kids were coming downtown to see their hero, Shaft, and here was a Black man on the screen they didn’t have to be ashamed of,” the director said in 1972. “We need movies about the history of our people, yes, but we need heroic fantasies about our people, too. We all need a little James Bond now and then.”
John Shaft was suave and uncompromising, free to dispense justice his own way, and cut from a snazzier cloth than the nobler roles for which African-American stars such as Sidney Poitier were known. In 2000, the critic Elvis Mitchell noted that Roundtree’s “on-screen relish, which was itself a kind of dynamism, connected to an audience hunger. And he held the screen like an aristocrat.” Mitchell compared him to Sean Connery, identifying “the same outsize wellspring of charm and virility, but with a leavening … sense of self-deprecation”.
He did many of his own stunts. “We could get close with our helicopter shots because you could see it really was Roundtree and not a stunt driver,” said Parks. “We spent 12 days on that chase, and wrecked four cars, two boats and a mock-up chopper.”
The actor returned for two sequels, Shaft’s Big Score! (1972), which was also directed by Parks, and Shaft in Africa (1973), which, regrettably, was not. After a brief Shaft TV series in the same year, which Roundtree described as “an ugly point in my long, illustrious career”, he was done with John Shaft. For now.
Born in New Rochelle, New York, to Kathryn (nee Watkins), a cook and housekeeper, and John Roundtree, a refuse collector and later church minister, Richard attended New Rochelle high school and won a football scholarship to Southern Illinois University. After working at Barneys department store, he modelled clothes and became one of the stars of the Ebony Fashion Fair, a touring spin-off of Ebony magazine. He then joined the Negro Ensemble Company in New York City and starred in its 1967 production of The Great White Hope.
Capitalising on the heat from Shaft, he joined Charlton Heston and Ava Gardner in the disaster movie Earthquake (1974), played the title character in Man Friday (1975) opposite Peter O’Toole as Robinson Crusoe, and appeared as a rakish carriage driver in the slavery-era TV drama Roots (1977).
In between TV series, including most recently Family Reunion on Netflix, he was in the action comedy City Heat (1984), set during the Depression and starring Clint Eastwood and Burt Reynolds, the gruesome serial-killer hit Seven (1995) alongside Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman, the Disney comedy George of the Jungle (1997) and Rian Johnson’s witty neo-noir thriller Brick (2005).
Having declined various Shaft-related offers, he finally relented and appeared in John Singleton’s reboot, Shaft (2000), with Samuel L Jackson as his nephew. He returned for a misguided comic riff on the franchise, also called Shaft (2019), which revealed that Jackson’s character was in fact his son, and brought in a new generation in the form of a sensitive, gun-hating grandson.
“Everybody wanted to be you for a very long time,” Jackson told Roundtree in a 2019 interview with the Los Angeles Times. “You defined what cool was – you had the look, the walk, the attitude.”
Pigeonholed by the part in the 1970s, Roundtree finally made peace with it. “Sometimes it’s much easier to ride the horse in the direction that it’s going,” he said.
He was married and divorced twice, to Mary Jane Grant, then Karen Ciernia. He is survived by two daughters, Kelli and Nicole, from his first marriage, and two daughters, Tayler and Morgan, and a son, John, from his second.
🔔 Richard Arnold Roundtree, actor, born 9 July 1942; died 24 October 2023
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ronancetober day 4! || Horror Movie AU
this is gonna be a fun one! Inspired by the movie “Scream,” and an additional character from "Fear Street: 1994," let’s do this!
Late one night, just a few weeks shy of Halloween, when the air smelled sweet and orange and red leaves were falling off the trees, Heather Watkins was getting ready for a cozy night in with her favorite scary movies.
Heather was known for being a horror movie fanatic. She's seen everything from Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho" to Sean S. Cunningham's "Friday the 13th." She loved the rush of adrenaline the jump scares gave her, and the feeling of watching the killer's truth come to light.
But what Heather didn't know, despite her priding herself in being "the final girl," was that tonight all she ever knew about horror movies was about to change.
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~earlier that day~
Walking into Scoops Ahoy with an uncharacteristic bounce to her step, Nancy Wheeler leans against the front counter and dings the bell about a hundred times before Steve appears, sliding the glass window doors that separate the backroom and the counter open. Steve Harrington was all too familiar with this situation: Nancy would show up randomly throughout the day, ding the bell a million times, make puppy dog eyes at Steve, and eventually get let into the backroom where she and Robin would talk for hours.
However, today felt different, and Steve couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Nancy was practically vibrating. “What’s up with you? You seem....” She was rocking on the balls of her feet, craning her neck to peer into the backroom, “preppier then usual.” With a big smile, Nancy snaps her attention back to Steve.
“No reason. Just really looking forward to seeing Robin today, that’s all.” Nancy steadies herself, pointing to the backroom. “Yeah yeah go ahead.” Steve replies, and as she makes her way into the back Steve shakes his head, chuckling a bit. “I do not get paid enough for this.”
Nancy opens the heavy door that leads to where her most important and memorable conversations are held. Looking around she finds a few maps laid out on the table in the middle of the room. All marked up with red circles and “x’s” and lines connecting one place to another. Nancy smiles to herself when she comes across an “x” dragged over a certain neighborhood, remembering that night and how much fun her and Robin had.
As if on cue, Robin Buckley in all her Scoops Ahoy gloriousness comes bounding through the door where deliveries are made. She’s out of breath, but the tiniest of smirks appear on her face when she spots the curly haired girl.
“Jesus, Robin, did you run here?” Nancy frets over her girlfriend, walking up to her and checking every inch of her body to make sure nothing is injured or no bones are missing. Robin catches her breath finally, playfully swatting Nancy’s hands away. “I was double checking something, you know that thing you gave me yesterday at school? I was making sure it was still there.” Robin watches Nancy’s face light up, the newer circles on one of the maps making a lot more sense now.
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Heather glides through the kitchen, shaking the instant popcorn on the stove every so often. She’s planning on inviting a friend over to watch the movies with her, figuring that it would be more fun with someone else. She sets out a few drinks on the coffee table, a few bowls of snacks and candies and returns to tend to the now buttery smelling popcorn.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the phone rings. Heather jumps at the sudden sound, laughing to herself as she picks up the receiver. “Watkins residence.”
A gruff voice appears on the receiving end of the phone, “Hello there.” Heather pulls the phone away from her ear to stare at it, as if the person who answered was standing right in front of her. Lifting the phone back up, Heather slowly answers, “Hello, do I know you?”
“I don’t know, do you?” The voice replies, and Heather can hear a sort of echo after the last word. She scrunches up her face, thinking hard about who could possibly be calling at this time of night, then remembers her friend. “Amber, is that you? That’s funny thing you’re doing with your voice.”
“Oh so you like my voice, that’s good to know.” Heather walks around her kitchen, checking on the popcorn and just keeping herself busy while she talks on the phone. “Why did you call me? Aren’t you supposed to be on your way over here?”
“I’m walking there now, I was just bored. Couldn’t wait to see you again.”
Heather laughs, “Well that’s sweet of you.” The voice lets out a throaty chuckle and Heather could have sworn her heart dropped into stomach. She’s heard that laugh before, but it couldn’t possibly be who she’s thinking about. Shaking her head, Heather leans against her kitchen counter and twirls the phone cord around her fingers. “So, did you wanna talk about something, Amber?”
There’s a pause, then, “I’d like to know...”
“Yes?” She’s leaning into the phone, trying to hear her friend better.
“Do you like scary movies?”
Heather audibly laughs. She can’t believe that her friend is actually asking her this. “Amber, you know I do. It’s all I watch!” The person on the other end chuckles a bit. “Perfect. What’s your favorite scary movie?” She takes a minute to think about this, going through the many movie titles in her head that she can remember. Landing on one she likes, Heather gasps excitedly, “Child’s Play. That one is so cool.”
“The one with the possessed doll, right? Good choice.” With every word that’s said, something begins to eat away at Heather’s insides. Something feels off. “Amber?” No response. Heather’s heart drums in her chest. “Are you really Amber?”
“Whatcha doin’ tonight?” She freezes. This wasn’t Amber. The other person she could think of would be Jason Carver, the town’s favorite high school basketball player, prankster on the side. With this thought, Heather visibly relaxes. It’s just Jason, she tells herself, nothing to worry about.
“Well, Jason,” Heather smiles, proud of herself that she figured out who it really was, “I’m planning on watching some movies.”
“What movie?” They says.
“Oh just Gremlins, some kid movie that Amber wanted to watch.” Heather walks over to the tv on flicks on the VHS player, the box whirring to life before her.
“That’s a scary movie. You sure you can handle it?” She laughs loudly, throwing her back. “Of course I can handle--” The person on the end chuckles darkly. Heather’s stomach drops. “Wait, Jason knows me,” the person just keeps laughing, making Heather’s pulse spike, “Who is this?”
“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.”
Heather was almost shaking in fear. “No. No, I don’t think so.”
“Awe c’mon, we’re having a good time, aren’t we, Heather?” Her blood runs cold. Her arms and legs feel numb.
“How do you know my name?” There’s a pause, like the person is considering their next words very carefully. “You said it when you picked up the phone.”
“No, I didn’t. I said Watkins residence. Who is this?”
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Flipping through the maps, Nancy and Robin chatter away about what scary movie they’re going to watch tonight. It’s kind of like a tradition for them, every other week they get together and watch a scary movie, laughing at all the gore and screaming girls. Tonight, however, Nancy had the perfect movie to watch.
“Oh, Rob, I almost forgot! I picked out the absolute perfect movie for tonight.” Robin swivels in her chair, facing the girl and giving her her full attention. “You remember the one that came out last year? About the bookstore killings?” Robin stares at her girlfriend for a minute, trying to remember which movie she could possibly be talking about. Nancy rolls her eyes playfully and makes an open-close motion with her hands, representing a book. Robin’s eyes widen in recognition.
“Oh my god yes! Nance, that’s an amazing idea!” Robin, not one for containing her emotions, grabs Nancy’s face and kisses her. “You are brilliant.” She says, after pulling away for air. Nancy blushes, ducking her face a little at the compliment. “When do you wanna come over tonight? I was thinking around ten or eleven, but if that’s too late then you can get there earlier.”
The rambling stops short when there’s a loud crash outside. Robin looks over at Nancy, who shrugs, and decides to open the windows to find where the noise came from. A smug smiles appears on her face, and she snaps a bunch of times to get Nancy’s attention. Both girls watch intently as Steve tries to help a tallish girl gather her books that fell out of her arms. She’s apologizing way too much, her cheeks flushed with red heat, and Steve just nervously rambles as the tension between them grows more awkward.
“You find a new girlfriend, Stevie?” Robin calls from her spot behind the windows. Steve and the girl whip their heads around to follow the voice. Steve stammers more, while the girl turns bright red. A deep throaty laugh escapes Robin, and she watches as the girl picks up the rest of her books and scurries away. Steve scowls at Robin, who shrugs innocently, pulling Nancy backwards into the room. “C’mon, Nance, we’ve got work to do.” Nancy smirks at Robin and they retreat to their own little sanctuary.
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Heart thundering in her chest, Heather waits for an answer.
“We’ve been talking for this long and that’s your first red flag? Damn, Heather, I thought you’d be smarter than this.” Their voice sounds slippery, hiding a smug look behind the safety of the phone. Heather can’t take this anymore.
“That’s it. I’m hanging up.” But the person had other ideas.
“Wait! Don’t hang up on me.”
“Bye!”
Heather slams the phone back onto the receiver, taking slow deep breaths. For someone who loves adrenaline rushes, this is not what she had in mind when she planned a horror movie marathon. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, running her fingers through her hair nervously, Heather awaits the knock on the door signifying that her friend finally arrived to her house. Safely. Instead, the phone rings again, startling Heather into a near heart attack.
Staring at it as it rings, Heather’s curiosity gets the best of her. She picks it up again, and holds her breath.
“Helllooo Heatherrrr.” Letting out a shaking breath, Heather closes her eyes.
“Listen, asshole, I don’t know who you are or how you know me, but I’m really not in the mood for you’re twisted pranks.”
That deep laugh pours into Heather’s ear. A shiver runs down her spine. She still can’t quite figure out where she’s heard that laugh before, but now is not the time to think about that. She needs to get this guy off her back.
“Oh, but we’re just having a little fun.”
“I don’t think it’s fun anymore.” Heather went to go hang up again.
“Heather! Don’t hang up on me!”
“Oh my god, I swear I’m gonna call the police!” Not only is Heather is scared out of her mind, but now she’s getting really pissed off.
“They wouldn’t make it in time.” She wanted to say something, to scream at the guy and tell him to fuck off, but the words caught in her throat. For the first time in her life, Heather Watkins was terrified.
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“Nancy! Finally! I’ve been waiting hours for you. Look, there’s a dent in where I’ve been pacing.” Robin points to the carpet, with nothing but a few dirt spots on it. Nancy smiles endearingly at her. Walking up to the frazzled looking girl, Nancy slowly wraps her arms around Robin’s waist, pulling her out of her chaotic head. Robin sighs into Nancy’s arms, resting her head on top of Nancy’s.
After a moment of peace, Nancy softly whispers into Robin’s ear, hair tickling Robin’s exposed neck, “You ready for some fun tonight, Robbie?"
Robin smiles into Nancy's hair. "You have no idea."
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"What do you want!" Heather cried, desperation dripping from every word.
"To hear you SCREAM, Heather Watkins!" Heather lets out a shaky gasp, stumbly backwards into the kitchen table as if she's been punched in the gut. She goes to slam the phone down, completely and utterly done with this. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She froze, stunned into paralysis. "How'd you know I was going to hang up?"
"Lucky guess?"
Heather wrapped her arms around herself, trying to soothe her nerves. "My friend will be here any minute. She plays lacrosse."
"Oooh I'm so scared." The person replies, mocking Heather's shrill voice.
"I'm serious! She can throw as hard as she can hit!"
"Tell me something, Heather," there's a long pause, only the sounds of heaving breathing on both ends, "why do you think I'd be afraid of some measly lacrosse player, when I've already beat her here?"
For the second time tonight, Heather's blood ran cold. Her mouth went dry. Her vision blurred and all she could feel was the beating of her racing heart.
"Where are you?" She whispers, not trusting her voice anymore.
"You won't have to find out. That is, if you play a little game for me. Will you do that, Heather?"
Taking in a shaky breath, Heather balls her hand into a first. "Y-yes. I can do that."
"That's a good girl. Now, you say you're a horror fanfic, right?"
Not surprised anymore by anything this guy says, Heather nods her head, "yes."
"Good. Let's start there. Can you tell me who the killer was in Psycho?"
Heather squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to rack her brain for the plot of the old movie.
"C'mon, Heather. You know this one. It was your favorite movie in middle school."
Her mind is blank. She can't think past the woman getting stabbed to death in the shower.
"Tick-tock, Heather. Time's running out. Tick, tock, tick, tock--"
"Norman Bates! It was Norman Bates!"
"Correct. That was a close one, could've been bad." Heather takes a deep breath, trying to fill her lungs with air as she hyperventilates on the kitchen floor. "You're doing great. Now for the real question."
"No, please just please let me go!" Heather screams into the phone. She's sobbing by now, hot tears streaming down her face. And for a split second she thinks, this is it. She's done for.
"We can't stop now! We've just started!"
"Please, I'll do anything! Just please stop!" Heather hiccuped through sobs.
"Just a little bit longer, Heather. A little longer and we'll let you on the hook."
Heather shuddered, she paws at her face trying to wipe away the tears. "Do-don't you mean 'off'?"
"Sure, Heather." The person whispers, making the hair on the back of Heather's neck prick up. "Heatherrrr."
"Yeah?" She replies quietly. She could practically hear the dark smile on the person's face. "What was the first scary movie to air on tv?"
Heather knew this. She'd seen this movie a thousand times as a kid, she knew every word, every movement of every character. She knew this. But she couldn't remember the name of it. And she knew that--
"Time is running out, Heather."
"I don't know." She whispers.
"C'mon, yes you do."
"Just let me go already!"
"What was the movie." They demanded, scaring her even more than she already was.
"Frankenstein!" Heather shouted, praying for dear life that this ridiculous answer would save her life.
"That's." Her stomach drops again. "A." Her ears flood with the sound of her racing heart, visibly hammering through her shirt. It's silent for a minute too long, and Heather thinks she might be off the hook. Until, "MISS!" They scream into the phone, causing Heather to pull it away from her face.
"Please please just stop and let me go? I answered the other questions right, doesn't that count for something!" Heather pleads, trying her best to choke back sobs. They tsk into the receiver, chuckling again.
"I like you, Heather. I really do. And it's such a shame, but we can't let you go, not after you've failed the test."
Heather is up and pacing around her kitchen. This can't be happening. What is she going to do? She can't think clearly, her head is fuzzy. She needs an out. What do they do in the horror movies? Shit, what do they do?? Bargain!
"Please just, just one more question. I'll get it right this time I promise! One more question!" She holds her breath, listening to rustling sounds of the person on the phone.
"Hmmm....alright, Heather. I'll give you one last chance to redeem yourself. If you get this question right, we'll let you go, and this will all be some fantastic nightmare." Heather lets out a shaky breath. She's done it, she's saved herself. She'll be okay. "If you get it wrong," they husk, her face paling, "Well, just look at what happened to the kids at Crystal Lake." Heather gasps, gripping the phone so tight her knuckles turned white. "Heather."
"Y-yes?"
"Where's your backpack?"
Heather's eyes widened, the blood drained from her face. She slowly peels away from the phone, turning her head to look at the couch, where she always puts her backpack after school. However this time, the couch was bare. Within seconds, Heather dropped the phone and scrambled to the front door, her sweaty hands trying to grasp the doorknob so she can finally get the fuck out of there. She heard a click, and snapped her head in the direction of the sound. Behind her, the backyard lights flicked on, and Heather let out a horrid blood curdling scream that ripped through the entire house.
Just outside, so delicately placed, was Amber, her best friend of five years, tied up by a rope to a chair. Blood pooling under her, gashes and various cuts decorated her body. Her throat, completely ripped apart.
Heather threw up, all over the floor. She couldn't stop screaming at the sight of her dead friend. She turned back to the door and tried with all her might to pull it open. And it did. But not by her doing.
Standing in the doorway of her fancy white house, was someone a few inches taller than her, wearing a dark black cloak and a ghostface mask. Heather stumbled backwards, sobbing and coughing and begging for her life.
Her foot caught on something behind her and she reached out, instinct over fear, grabbing the person with the mask and pulling them down with her. In the process, ripping their mask off.
Heather stopped screaming, and stammered to say something. Anything.
Looming over her, with a smirk plastered on their face, covered in freckles and short brown hair disheveled, was someone Heather never in a million years thought would do something so heinous as this.
"Robin Buckley?"
Robin's face lit up at the recognition, her teeth showing through her smile. A psychotic sparkle flashes in her piercing blue eyes. "Nice to see you again, Heather. Thanks again for lending me that book on the Zodiac Killer. Really came in clutch." Robin winked at Heather, and Heather got up to her feet, spun around ready to sprint out the back door, and crashed into something - someone - else. Heather steps back, taking in the blood covered black cloak and dripping red knife held tightly in their hand.
They laughed, and slowly pulled off their matching ghostface mask. Shiny white teeth flashed Heather charmingly. Curly hair sticking to their face from sweat. Their eyes gleamed as bright and insane as Robin's.
"Nancy. You too?" Heather's voice came out hoarse. She couldn't believe her eyes. Nancy was in her biology class. She was a good student. She was nice.
"Never judge a book by its cover, Heather. Didn't I teach you that?" Nancy says condescendingly, narrowing her eyes at the terrified girl in front of her.
"Nance, I'm loving this bloody look on you, you are incredibly hot right now, but can we please get to the good part of the movie?" Robin bounces on her feet, bottom lip sucked into her teeth in anticipation. Nancy chuckled at her very eager, yet impatient, girlfriend.
"Hold her still, baby. This is gonna be a fun one."
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