Posts Tagged ‘Godfrey Ho’

Scarp by Nick Papadimitriou (Sceptre £20)

Sunday, July 1st, 2012

This is one of the wackier books I’ve seen published by a corporate press in recent years. It is a mix of memoir, north of London local history and drug-fucked fantasy. It comes across as the written equivalent of a Godfrey Ho movie where various elements are cut together with a total disregard for narrative and logical sense. Does the Godfrey Ho school of exploitation film-making work on the written page? Well if you wanna know the answer you could do worse than check out Scarp.

My favourite line: “And the entire suburb is a groove sensation, a humming colony lit deep in ancient woodland.” That’s about Moor Park, which is just a bit south of Watford! Elsewhere Papadimitriou attempts to merge with the landscape and ‘become’ Middlesex (a historic English county that disappeared in 1965). He also narrates a flash fiction history of Stanmore in the language of the birds – which may well fly over the head of anyone who doesn’t believe themselves to be an occult initiate. By way of contrast the most accessible parts of the Scarp are the autobiographical sections: Papadimitriou was a teenage arsonist who ended up in borstal for setting fire to his school and burning down a neighbour’s house.

Imagine a working class Iain Sinclair (of recent vintage such as Ghost Milk rather than White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings) who is high on speedballs instead of knocking back red wine. Papadimitriou isn’t slumming it, he’s from the ‘lower depths’ (hence his obsession with sewage and sewage systems). This is documentary-fiction with the difference that it is just about possible it might all be true. And one final pedantic note: like my novel Down & Out In Shoreditch & Hoxton, Scarp seems to suffer from a dedication that wasn’t sent to the author for proofing. When Papadimitriou offers special thanks to John Regers surely that’s a typo and should read John Rogers! ‘The devil is in the detail’ and there is a lot of detail in Scarp.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Spaced Out At Space

Monday, May 21st, 2012

When my show Again, A Time Machine opened on 5 April I broke all records for attendance at a Space Studios event in London. I had another great turn out for the close of the exhibition last night. But then that’s hardly surprising. First off there were readings by Katrina Palmer, Bridget Penney and me. I kicked off with a couple of pieces from old books (Memphis Underground & 69 Things To Do With A Dead Princess), and concluded this section of the evening with my usual headstand reading from Blood Rites of the Bourgeoisie. Katrina read a couple of new stories and a passage from The Dark Object – part of the Semina series I edited for Book Works. Bridget read a long passage from Index – also included in my Semina series.

After that there was music in the courtyard (mostly selected by me although after a couple of hours someone else took over on the tunes front) and a barbecue. There was also plenty of booze. But better yet there were kung fu films inside where we’d had the readings earlier. First off Godfrey Ho’s schlock po-mo classic Scorpion Thunderbolt (1988). Fight and sex scenes featuring b-movie micro-star Richard Harrison are cut fairly randomly into a Hong Kong horror movie that’s been bought off the shelf. Copyright is infringed left, right and centre, on the soundtrack – the most extraordinary example being the use of Jean Michel Jarre’s Oxygene for a sex scene in a porno cinema!

We followed this with Jimmy Wang-Yu’s Master of the Flying Guillotine (1976) – another copyright infringing martial arts classic! Aside from a shed load of crazy and entertaining fights, the flick also boasts an uncleared kraut rock soundtrack, making it a truly formidable example of cultural hybridity. Many of those present who were unfamiliar with these movies were truly amazed by what they’d been missing out on…. Unfortunately I didn’t get to see them projected onto the big screen because I was talking to more people than I can remember…. I won’t attempt to list them all but among the more recognisable art world figures I will mention Clunie Reid, Elizabeth Price, Simon Bedwell and Chris Dorley-Brown.

And even those who opted for nosh, booze and chat in the gallery courtyard had a great time – since I’d programmed so many groovy sixties and seventies soul sounds. And of course everyone also had a final chance to take a gander at my fabulous mini-retrospective! Yes it was so great someone stole a piece of work at the opening – not that this was the first time this had happened to me; you’d have to go all the way back to the opening of Desire In Ruins at Transmission Gallery in Glasgow (May 1987) to unearth the initial incident of this type in my art world anti-career! And finally many people were left spaced out at Space – suffering from Stendhal Syndrome after getting to take in some of my visual work!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Yet more reasons to be an ego-maniac on a world historical scale!

Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

I was asked to answer these questions for an event in Barcelona and having done so figured I might as well post them here too. You couldn’t make it it!

1. When were you happiest? I’ll be at my happiest in about 10 minutes when I’ve answered these questions – coz then I can make another huge pot of espresso and watch yet another Godfrey Ho movie.

2. What is your greatest fear? That the list I have of Godfrey Ho movies is complete and that before long I’ll have watched everything he ever made. Fortunately not even Godfrey Ho can remember all the films he made and there’s a good chance of many more being added to the 150 we know about.

3. What is your earliest memory? Going to the Isle of Wight by ferry when I was 2 years old. It was raining.

4. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? My modesty. I feel I need to be more egotistical.

5. In what historical time would you have liked to live? I like the times I’ve lived in best – and would only want to live in London (or possibly New York) at any time. I wouldn’t mind going back to the 1960s for the music, the 1970s for the feeling the whole political system was going to collapse (but then it feels like that again now), and the 1980s for seeing Godfrey Ho movies as they appeared at the point this director was most prolific.

6. Ever been in a fight? Of course! No idea how many.

7. Where do you stand politically? Ultra-left.

8. What do you owe your parents? I can thank my mother Julia Callan-Thompson for my intelligence and good looks, and great stories to tell people about her life as an original mod and then in the 1960s counterculture. Also my great taste in music, since my mother was listening to cool modern jazz all the time she was pregnant with me. I don’t know who my father is so I probably don’t owe him anything – but I reckon he owes me a big bundle of used notes!

9. Who would you invite to your dream party? Pamela Anderson, Jennifer Lopez and Godfrey Ho, among others.

10. If you could edit your past, what would you change? I wouldn’t have gone to see Joy Davison who are a lousy band and unfortunately I knew what I was doing when I went into the gig. I definitely wouldn’t have seen The Police either, but they were a last minute substitution among the support acts when I went to see The Brian James All Stars in 1978 (and I did go to the bar and turned my back on them when they played). I can’t be blamed for seeing The Police because I didn’t know I was going to see them when I went into The Electric Ballroom – but I wish I hadn’t seen them.

11. When did you last cry, and why? In 1971 when I lost a ten pence piece down a drain. We’d only just had the change in the UK to decimal currency and I thought it was a fifty pence piece, which is why I cried.

12. What is the closest you’ve come to death? Sitting in the Bethnal Green Museum of Childhood in east London one winter day. I was leaving my body behind and entering this golden tunnel of light and thinking how great it was to be dead, when one of the museum attendants shook me awake and asked me if I was alright. I was very disappointed to still be alive coz death seemed like it was a groove sensation!

13. What do you consider your greatest achievement or quality? My ability to talk endless and without any prompting – even when I’m standing on my head!

14. What song or songs would you like played at your funeral? “Burn, Baby, Burn” by Mel Williams.

15. Why and when did you decide to start talking about yourself? As soon as I could speak – so when I was about a year old. I didn’t have a reason then, it was just intuitive. Now it’s a case of I started doing this in 1963 so why the hell should I stop?

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Here Come The Kung Fu Clones by Carl Jones (Woowums Books)

Saturday, March 3rd, 2012

“Here Come The Kung Fu Clones” is a book about the superabundance of Bruce Lee imitators who attempted to fill the void created by the Little Dragon’s death in 1973 with movies such as “Bruce Lee Against Supermen”, “Bruce Lee His Last Days, His Last Nights”, “Bruce Lee Fights Back From The Grave” and “Bruce Lee In New Guinea”. While a lot of work has obviously gone into this book, the writing is fan level and could have been much better organised. As you’d expect the focus is on summarising plot rather than critical analysis.

Bruce Li is well covered – the other Bruce Lee clones are not well served. The book really needed much more about Bruce Le and Dragon Lee who are major figures in the Brucesploitation genre.  Never forget that Dragon Lee appeared in a slew of features directed by the notorious Godfrey Ho – the Jess Franco of martial arts flicks.

I’d hoped for a more rigorous list of Brucesploitation movies than the book provides. For example, when Jones writes about “Treasure Of Bruce Lee” with Bruce Le, he is clearly describing a film I’ve seen as “King Boxer II” (the name under which it is easiest to find in the UK – where “Here Come The Kung Fu Clones” was published – thanks to a 23rd Century DVD that found its way to many a Poundland and street market stall at £1 and under a pop). Likewise, while there is a full page illustration of a video cover for what I assume is the same film under the title “Bruce and the Shaolin Bronzemen”, nowhere in the book is there any information about a movie with this name.

There are no bronzemen in the film I’ve seen titled “Treasure of Bruce Le” (although Jones claims there are bronzemen in this movie), and the current IMDB entry for “Treasure of Bruce Le” (not Lee with two e’s although that is how Jones has it and I’ve also seen it listed under that title) is illustrated with a video cover for a version of the flick under yet another alternative name: “Enter The Game Of Shaolin Bronzemen”.

There are those who state unequivocally that “Treasure of Bruce Le(e)” and “King Boxer II” are not the same movie. I know that the films I’ve seen with these titles aren’t the same flick. I have the US Kung Fu Theater release of “Treasure of Bruce Le” and it is a really cheap cross between Five Deadly Venoms and 36th  Chamber of Shaolin. The Japanese want a secret kung fu manual and a samurai  masquerades as a loyal Chinese marital arts student to steal it. Bruce Le has to master the various ancient animal fighting skills to avenge his master (who is murdered early on in the movie) and recover the book after it is stolen from him. The most notable thing about the Kung Fu Theater release of “Treasure of Bruce Le” is that aside from being panned and scanned, many of the scenes are out of focus (it isn’t clear to me if this is a problem with the video ‘mastering’ or the original footage) – and as a result it comes across like a piece of avant-garde lettriste cinema of the early 1950s.

To reiterate, the bronzemen and fighting midgets Karl Jones describes as being in this movie, I’ve only seen in my 23rd Century copy of “King Boxer II”. While it seems possible both these films have been released as “Treasure of Bruce Le(e)”, the illustrations accompanying the review of the movie with this title in the Jones book are not from the film he describes – but the one I have under the name he uses (unless he has scene some hybrid version cut together from both). I’d have hoped that “Here Come The Kung Fu Clones” would have clarified my knowledge of the Brucesploitation genre, rather than further confusing it.

That said, it’s good to have the list of Brucesploitation flicks that end the text section of this book but what Jones provides needs further work. To start with the glaringly obvious, since the “A Fistful of Yen” parody section from “Kentucky Fried Movie” is included, I couldn’t understand why Sammo Hung’s “Enter The Fat Dragon” wasn’t….

And just in case you’re interested “King Boxer II” is the greatest Brucesploitation movie of all time, standing head and shoulders above the likes of “Clones Of Bruce Lee” and even “Bruce Lee His Last Days, His Last Nights” AKA “Bruce Lee and I” – thanks in large part to the fighting midgets who battle Bruce Le! I doubt Jones would agree with me, although he seems to like “The Treasure Of Bruce Lee” (or should that be “King Boxer II”?), he’s definitely batting for Bruce Li! But don’t forget, “Challenge of the Tiger” with Bruce Le and Richard Harrison might have hit the top spot if the complete insanity of the scenes set in Spain had been maintained as the action moves east….

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!