Showing posts with label Robin Askwith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robin Askwith. Show all posts

Saturday, 18 May 2013

An Appalling Amalgam


God knows I love Pete Walker films, even the dodgy ones, but 'The Flesh & Blood Show' just doesn't do it for me, which is awful, as all the component parts are there, they're just badly and lazily bolted together.

The action all takes place at Eastcliffe On Sea (actually Cromer in Norfolk), where a group of young, hairy actors are brought together by a mysterious production company to improvise a play that will apparently be staged in the West End at some point (the bits we see are awful, so it would probably have been a very short engagement). The rehearsal space is an abandoned pier and, because they're skint, the lads and lasses of the company kip there as well. It's a cold, damp, eerie place, and something bad happened there that no-one can quite remember.

One by one, the girls disrobe and get murdered, and then everyone else looks shifty and nutty in order to satisfy a daft twist ending that could have made sense if it hadn't been so badly botched. Walker seems to lost his way entirely at times: virtually every opportunity for a decent sequence is compromised by poor editing or filming, or, in dramatic terms, relies on the most incredibly illogical behaviour. It's horror by numbers, random numbers at that, and he's so much better than that.Also, for a film that runs for a 100 minutes, it's also extremely slack, and the last half an hour, including a final 3D flashback (the 'Scooby Doo' moment of explanation), is interminable.

It has a fair cast (the silky voiced and always likeable Ray Brooks, foxy Luan Peters, Jenny Hanley, Candace Glendenning, sexy Jane Cardew), good music, a great location and the germ of an idea, but it never flowers into anything decent. Balls.

Here's the trailer.

The Flesh and Blood Show









Tuesday, 19 April 2011

I Confess

Awful cash in single from Robin Askwith, as promoted on the 'Marc' show broadcast on 14th September, 1977. Marc died two days later.


There was always something brutish about Robin Askwith and this song and performance gives us an indication of what it might be like if a chimpanzee released a record but is nowhere near as funny. Nice of Marc to briefly mention Robin's latest X rated film to the thousands of children watching, particularly as he has positioned a trophy between his legs to represent an erect penis.

Saturday, 5 March 2011

Pleasure Becomes Terror


'Tower Of Evil' has a lot of components for what is, essentially, a slasher film. It has about a dozen gruesome murders, a lighthouse, some extremely complicated personal relationships, psychedelic psychotherapy, insanity, necrophilia, Phoenecian treasure and Robin Askwith pretending to be American, all crammed into an eventful 89 minutes. It's a lot of fun.

Like 'Craze' (see yesterday), 'Tower...' also features an ancient idol with a penchant for blood sacrifice, this time Ba'al, the Hebrew God of Fertility, i.e. the red eyed, beaky gold thing in the screengrabs below. Religion, eh?

Here's a clip. Be warned, it contains a massive amount of screaming.

Tower of Evil