Removing the connection to "In the Heat of the Night," this could have functioned as a standard American police procedural. However, Sidney Poitier’s return to his previous role doesn’t quite succeed. A murdered prostitute is discovered, prompting “Mr. Tibbs” to begin an inquiry. He encounters familiar racial and social biases from those around him while also dealing with personal difficulties in the process of solvi…

It’s strange that he's living in San Francisco now; I don’t know the details of his background or family history, but it feels like an entirely different film—they seem to have simply swapped the character’s name to Tibbs, seemingly trying to capitalize on the success of *In the Heat of the Night*. Frankly, this movie was awful. It's essentially a shallow exploitation film featuring a main character who only share…