A street–smart hustler with a stable of bad 'hos, Brother Charles has his cool and his corner. The action is jackson until corrupt undercover cops try to pinch him. Charles responds with righteous In–Dig–Nation, only to be cut down to size by one of the coppers who has a jones for dismantling his manhood. Then they take the man out of the hood with a three–year hitch in the slammer. Sound like your run–of–the–mill Blaxploitation flick? Jamaa Fanaka, director of the cagey Penitentiary trilogy, brings the brother back to Watts, but he's a changed man-socially reconstructed as expected, but now endowed with a prodigous pecker that can do strange juju. Forget about Richard Roundtree-Brother Charles is definitely the shaft. Fanaka turns the old Mandingo myth on its head-black sexuality is a tool of empowerment! With a funky soundtrack that includes songs like "Junkies and Pimps" and some prideful liberation raps, what else can you say? The buck stops here.