Will Eddie Murphy and his natty cohort in “Dolemite Is My Name” bring back the double-knit polyester leisure suit?

Don’t bet on it. But what the movie may spawn, in some quarters at least, is yet another round of 1970s-inflected-Afro urban chic.

There is plenty of hustle in Mr. Murphy’s latest film, which arrived in theaters last week and will be on Netflix starting Oct. 2 5. In this upbeat biography of Rudy Ray Moore, the record store clerk turned entertainer and his stage persona Dolemite, the actor slips nimbly into character. His dapper suits, carnival-stripe bell-bottoms and platform shoes, the winged lapel of his dinner jacket invariably punched with a bright carnation, function as a liberating second skin.

His regalia is matched by the riotous costumes his companions flaunt, their high-crown Homburgs, fur-collared coats and slickly patterned polyester shirts, plumage ripe for the plucking by a novelty-parched style establishment.