GBH (Grievous Bodily Harm) Directed by David Kent-Watson, Written by and Starring Cliff Twemlow. (1983).
Ever since I started TOG, I've learned so much about the underground world of overlooked cult actors that I sometimes have to invent new words to tack Sploitation on the end of (like Krug-sploitation, Moreau-Sploitation and Belushi-Sploitation). In any case I'm continuously expanding my mind as I delve further into the underworld of subterranean filth. I haven't really tackled that many Brit flicks though.
Which leads me to tonight's overlooked celebrity Mr. Cliff Twemlow (who's last name makes me think I have an Elmer Fudd or Wobert from Meet The Feebles speech impediment)! He's a martial artist, Tuxedo Warrior, horror author, and composer of De-Wolfe library tracks (his most famous being The Pretty Things Dawn Of The Dead tune "Cause I'm A Man"). He's a work-a-holic juggernaut with a lantern jaw and features like a Gerry Anderson 'Supermarionette'. Sadly he died of a heart attack in 1993.
The opening credit montage is like a lost sitcom as each character is introduced. Cliff plays "The Mancunian" Steve Donovan, a Manchester enforcer of nightclubs, protecting it from Keller's angry street gang. This is one of the earliest Shot on Video features (or Shitty-o) and the fight staging is excellent, even if there's loud room tone and the production looks like "Life Styles Of The Rich And Famous" With Robin Leach. After the first meeting with Murray the boss and one of his old friend's Chris, the two mates frolic around on the grass the next day. The scene is awkwardly homo-erotic as a slow crooning number is heard while the men rough house with each other, Donovan calls him a "Cheeky little bastard".
|let me get some lube sweetie|
There are lots of British comedy looking actors with giant glasses, comb overs and brown sweaters. Toward the end, Donovan goes on a rampage in the forest, but is nice to all of his enemies for the last few minutes before they die.
It's hard for me to recommend this film because I was definitely entertained, but it's not a horror film, it's too soft to be an action flick and not tender enough to be a drama. So it's sort of in suspended animation, and doesn't fit well into any category. A labor of love from a man who obviously put his heart into this early 80's shot on video underground film.
|my face caught on fire again|
|Stop cock blocking me Paddington!|
Here's an article comparing Twemlow to Ed Wood
|I told you Michael Pollard, I don't want to play bloody table tennis!|
|I came here to meet Levar Burton and chew bubblegum and I'm all out of bubblegum|