I'd never heard of this movie until recently, while watching Netflix's "Is That Black Enough for You?!?", which seemed to categorize this movie as a typical blaxploitation flick, showcasing one of Lola Folana's scenes parading around in her fluffy skivvies. And when I read who all was in this, and that it had been directed by William Wyler, I thought, how bad can it be? Disturbingly so, apparently. It's not a bad movie, but it's one where there's no one really to root for. The main area I found unreal was why the town wouldn't have known about Willie Joe Worth and Mrs. Jones, which makes everything that happened to try and keep the things quiet even more horrific. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, likely because the story rings true. Any claimed liberation Mr. Jones achieved was just sad and wasteful.
Review of The Liberation of L.B. Jones
