To the extent I’m mindful, Poitier’s swing was the main case in American films of a dark swatting a white and long late, I may include. Around six months after the fact, an inquisitive Western named “The Scalphunters” tagged along in which Ossie Davis and Burt Lancaster beat each other for around 10 minutes while remaining in a mudhole. Toward the end both men were secured with mud and you couldn’t let them know separated, which was the point, I figure: If everybody were secured with mud we’d all be siblings.
“Say Cheese” fits into this arrangement as the following consistent stride. Amid the initial 30 minutes of the motion picture, Jim Brown makes what have all the earmarks of being unjustifiable assaults on four white men. He runs one person off the street, traps another in a bank vault, gets into a judo presentation with Ernest Borgnine, et cetera.