‘Black Dynamite’

“These children are orphans!” thunders heroic badass Black Dynamite (Michael Jai White), horrified upon viewing an orphanage full of children. “And orphans don’t have parents!”

Scott Sanders’ wickedly silly ’70s-style blaxploitation spoof, winner of the Golden Space Needle for best film at the Seattle International Film Festival this year, is full of lines like that – maybe not so funny to read, but a scream to hear.

“Your mama would turn over in her grave if she were here to see this,” says an aunt.

“There’s no I in ‘revolution,’ ” says Black Dynamite, who quickly corrects himself: “Uh, team.”

All of this unfolds rapid-fire in a movie that’s intentionally and often delightfully shlocky, not to mention murky-looking, as if it’s been sitting on a shelf for a few decades.

Watch for White warily eyeing a boom mike nosing into his Afro, and for an actor cluelessly reciting stage directions along with his dialogue: “Sarcastically. I’m in charge.”

Every conversation is bellowed; every car scene seems to involve a shootout; every woman is a fox.

And, refreshingly, there’s a hint of the logical outcome of Black Dynamite’s busy love life: Two kids, met by chance, both observe that they think their absent father’s name is Black Dynamite. His nervous reply: “Um, a lot of cats have that name.”

At 84 minutes, “Black Dynamite” doesn’t outstay its welcome, and Sanders and co-screenwriters White and Byron Minns pull out an unexpected (and funny) final act involving a ’70s figure we’ve seen in the movies many times – but never quite like this.

See this one with a crowd, and remember Black Dynamite’s immortal words: “Doughnuts don’t wear alligator shoes.”

“Black Dynamite” is showing at the Magic Lantern Theatre.