Shaft in Africa (1973) There are times where Shaft in Africa edges on the profound. At other points, it’s straight up bad. Always, it’s entertaining. Recruited by the Emir of Kemant (Marne Maitland), private detective John Shaft (Richard Roundtree) is brought to Ethiopia with the task of infiltrating a slave-trade run by Amafi (Frank Finlay). Shaft’s identity is integrally linked to Queens; the police, the people, the woes and victories of blacks living in the crime-riddled streets. Taking him in a place where there’s no Man to butt heads with feels wrong… initially. Working undercover and not drawing attention to himself, there’s much less room for “oooooh!” moments and laughs. Then, a little bit of depth comes in. Shaft in Africa suggests that blacks have spent so much energy forging and maintaining their own identities in North America they’ve neglected their brothers on the motherland. Taking Shaft out of his ‘hood, for this reason, helps add new dimension to him. And then… there