The amazing Pam Grier spent her onscreen career being treated appallingly, then getting revenge. In Fort Apache, The Bronx (1981) she has a brief but pivotal role as a drug addicted prostitute who, unable to take any more shit, goes on a killing spree. Spree makes it sound tres jolie: it isn't, and it doesn't do Pam any good, either, as she, in turn, is killed shortly afterwards, her body fly-tipped on one of the Bronx's numerous building sites.
In a few key scenes, Pam conveys the abject misery and hopelessness of life on the street, and the overload of mental anguish that has led her to murder. It seems obvious to say that her character deserves better, almost everybody in this rather depressing film does.
