He’s a complicated man. In the 1971 blaxploitation classic, Richard Roundtree’s turtleneck-wearing “spade detective” is certainly bad, and an undisputed icon of the ’70s. But is he a nice guy? Well—not exactly. “I love you,” his girlfriend coos. “I know,” is his self-satisfied reply. The man keeps two groovy bachelor pads, one in Harlem for his main lady, the other in the swinging Village for the white chicks who dig him. And, unlike the recent Shaft with Samuel L. Jackson, he beds them all. Isaac Hayes supplies the Oscar-winning theme song. 21 and over. (NR) BRIAN MILLER

Fri., Dec. 19, 7 p.m., 2008