Honor Blackman is mainly known for her roles on The Avengers and the Bond films where she regularly put the beat down on goons and thugs. But I'm not going to dwell on her illustrious career as a Chuck Norris with boobs. Instead, I want to just want to look at one of her books. Her bio can be found all over the internets, but I haven't seen much on her amazing martial arts book. So, to fill that void, here goes.
Honor Blackman's Book of Self Defense was published in 1965. It was made with Joe Robinson and his brother Doug, a judo champion and black belt in karate. Joe was a British wrestler (didn't think there was such a thing, did you) and made a name for himself arranging stunts on the Bond films and the occasional acting gig.
It's a weird book, really. It outlines some moves (yawn) and some reasons why women need it, and there's a shitload of pictures of Blackman putting the smack down on various unlucky blokes. Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for the book to fade into the mists of time, forgotten completely. It wasn't re-issued, and all that remains are a few old copies, an old interview where she mentions it, and.... well, this post.
Here's some of the pictures. Click to enlarge. Enjoy.
Karate was the big thing in the 1960s and Ninjas were huge in the 80s; but it was Kung Fu that kicked ass and took names in the 1970s. I couldn't even begin to cover the pop culture output of the genre in that decade - that's for an entire blog to deal with. A single post simply can't do it justice.
Before I wax on any further, let Carl Douglas set the background music....
No doubt, a big factor in Kung Fu's rise to prominence was the undeniable charisma of Bruce Lee. He was only in four films before his untimely death at 32; but in that short time, he was able to bring the genre to the mainstream. The fad was further encouraged by the fact that African Americans embraced it. Something about an outsider rising up against the establishment with his bare hands struck a chord in the black community. There's hardly a blaxploitation hero that doesn't demonstrate their Kung Fu moves. The timing was perfect too. "Machismo" was big in the 70s. Men wore tight pants, drove muscle cars, and had lots and lots of sex. This wasn't the 90s with its neurotic metrosexuals (i.e. Friends and Seinfeld); no, this was the 70s, and men wanted two fisted action with lots of blood and bone breaking. Kung Fu delivered the goods.
As a kid, my experience with Kung Fu was largely limited to Hong Kong Phooey and Kung Fu Theatre and Samurai Sunday on TV. Plus, we all know about GI Joe's "Kung Fu Grip" in 1974. I remember the drive-ins and older movie houses always had titles like Shogun Assassin, but I never went. A lot kids my age got into David Carradine's Kung Fu, but I never watched it because it came on opposite Mary Tyler Moore and Bob Newhart.
As with any big fad, comic books jump on the bandwagon. Tons of martial arts themed comics came out during this decade, and even some superheroes invented for the occasion (i.e. Shang Chi).
And let's not forget about when Billy Jack opened up a can of Kung Fu whoop ass on the those dumb hick policemen. Without question, this film is the most conflicted movie ever made: On the one hand, it's a preachy hippie propoganda about love and peace. On the other hand, its best scenes involve Billy Jack beating the living shit out of people. The Kung Fu kick he delivers to Mr. Posner is one of my favorite scenes in cinema: "I'm gonna take this right foot, and I'm gonna whop you on that side of your face... and you wanna know something? There's not a damn thing you're gonna be able to do about it." WHACK!
Anyway, I plan on catching up on some Kung Fu cinema in the upcoming months. Any recommendations for movies to add to my Netflix queue would be highly appreciated. And for those of you that come to Retrospace for the 1970s eye candy, here's 28 awesome images for your viewing pleasure.
