Countryman is a film I had seen at least twice before in my rebel rousing days. It was known as a must see for all the pot heads and reggae lovers and though it's now a bit dated in style, it still brings an irie smile to the face. The scene is set when an American woman and her boyfriend borrow her dad's aeroplane (like ya do) to smuggle some ‘erbs and end up crashing it on a small uninhabited part of Jamaica. Suddenly broken leg Bobby and his missus find themselves confronted by a big gnarly gator who looks like he wants his supper, but just as the beast is about to strike, enter Countryman to save the day. Our boy performs some Tarzan style moves on ol' snappy jaws and ends up tying the woman’s t- shirt round it's choppers... hooray for countryman, and hooray for the woman who reveals her ample sized mamalian protruberances in this act of kindness. What a start...are you hooked...we were…lol. The plot thickens when some government agents and the local bad boy colonel concoct a story about the plane being linked to the C.I.A. and filled with uzis n tech 9's in an attempt to gain support in the upcoming elections and are soon hot on the trail of countryman and his new Yank chums. Countryman, blessed with the gift of summoning lightning and other such voodoo trickery, fends off the various attempts to find and capture him and his stowaways with some mind altering trance states as well as some nifty Kung Fu moves incorporating a deadly dingy oar and eventually manages to get them to safety. Even the evil colonel (the Jamaican equivalent to boss Hog), gets his timely comeuppance and is slain with many bucks to the chest on the steps of the local jailhouse...pure justice. So if you like your itals rolled fat and your Mangos fresh not to mention Voodoo hexes, beach Kung Fu, government plotting and open shirt motorbike riding, Countryman's for you. Not forgetting to mention the soundtrack, which was good too, with mostly Bob and Toots anthems generously sprinkled with top notch analogue squelching and Bionic Man style sound effects from the keyboards of none other than Mr. Chief Inspectah himself, Wally Badarou. Smelling a bit of Stilton but all in all an old school classic that will have you singing Row Fisherman Row all the way home....seen.
Reviewed by Bombardier Burbot
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