Blonde Fist

A thinly plotted movie with comic moments that mostly don't work, and fight scenes that fail to convince ( except the last one). Margi Clarke is fine in the lead, Ken Hutchinson good too but Carroll Baker pretty much steals every scene she's in, she's deserving of a better film.

This is probably the worst film of all time. Margi Clarke not to be outdone is also the worst actress of all time, so quite a good fit. Honestly it is terrible.

On my way to work I once passed a pair of teenaged girls engaging in a furious fight which revealed a capacity for aggro by the opposite sex that came to mind when I saw 'Blonde Fist'.

Margi Clarke is in her element as a chain smoking Scouse blonde bullet whose bright red lipstick matched her nails who turns her pent-up anger and frustration to financial advantage by joining the fight game.

The cartoonish credits are reflected by the nature of the violence that follows. Despite a couple of nostalgic black and white flashbacks to the 1950s depicting the early days of Clarke the bulk of the action takes place in 199 (complete with a woman wearing an anti-Poll tax teeshirt) which from today's perspective is almost as remote an era (as attested to by the fact that cast member Carroll Baker is now 92).

I came across this on Netflix and thought I'd give it a go as the clip was amusing and featured a very very young Stephen Graham. The star is undoubtedly Margi Clarke who deserved to be much more of a star than she ever did. She was approaching 40 in this and was still incredibly beautiful. But looks aside she was a damn good actor too who unfortunately never really broke out of tv shows set in her roots of northern England. The film definitely loses much of its appeal once the story shifts to New York in the second half but don't let that put you off it's still worth the time.

A British drama; A working-class Liverpudlian who is prone to using her fists to settle disputes travels to New York to find her estranged father. Needing cash to rebuild her life she joins a women's boxing circuit. Lumbering drama with below par dialogue, especially the fighting talk which doesn't sink deeply and often lacks subtlety. Margi Clarke is striking, packing a mean punch as a scrappy and devoted mother. But there is very little to engage with due to a story that doesn't grip and some of the other performances are weak. The fight sequences are choreographed well but they are not impressive enough to wait around for.