PRIZEFIGHTER MOVIE
THE LIFE OF JEM BELCHER
Matt Hookings stars and produces |
This is the little known true story of a boxer who became the youngest ever
world champion at the age of nineteen in 1800. Jem Belcher transformed
primitive pugilism into the sport of boxing as we know it today. Growing
up in poverty and surrounded by brutal violence and addiction, Jem is
saved by a benevolent mentor and the discipline of boxing, becoming the
most exciting sportsman in all of England. Rivals, back stabbing and the
newly established boxing hierarchy did everything they could to thwart
him but Jem is on path to cement his place in history - as a pioneer of
the sport. At the turn of the 19th century, Pugilism was the sport of
kings and a gifted young boxer fought his way to becoming champion of
England.
WHO STARS IN THE MOVIE?Matt Hookings, a Welsh star who also serves as the producer, plays the lead role of Jem Belcher with Ray Winstone as his trainer, Marton Csokas and Jodhi May also in the cast. It is interesting that in real life, Matt is a son of David 'Bomber' Pearce, former British Heavyweight boxing champion dubbed the 'Newport Rocky'.
Film's costumes looks different but i am not sure whether i like it or not.
ReplyDeleteVery nice costumes.
DeleteMatt Hookings has a very charming smile!
ReplyDeleteAnd a rather hot bodybods too.
DeleteMy grandpa was a semi professional boxer. For me though, I don't like it. I don't like the idea of beating the crap out of each other in the name of sport. Though I did like the Rocky movies, so who knows. I may be able to watch this one, too.
ReplyDeleteI don't understand the sport either. But I guess men have to practice to be ready as soldiers in the case of war. I wouldn't mind learning a few simple moves just to be safe if someone attacks me. When I was very little, maybe like seven or eight, I was coming back from school, and some bully, a few years older, punched me in the face like a boxer with no reason or provocation while he was passing beside me in the otherwise empty street. He just punched me and moved on. I wish I knew a few boxing moves then, but I was just too shocked to do anything. And too little.
DeleteOh, now that's just sad. My heart breaks for young Dezzy :( I wish you would have been able to kick the crap out of that bully!
DeleteI have never been in a physical altercation (other than sibling squabbles when we were kids) but I have no doubt I could defend myself if need be or put a real bad hurting on my attacker before they got the best of me. Before Covid, I was regularly doing body combat and kick boxing classes, so those moves are ingrained in my brain. I did take a few self defense classes right when covid started, but I felt very uncomfortable in them because instead of punching bags, we had to combat real live people. I don't know if it was touching strangers and the fear of covid, or just touching strangers in general, or having to lay on the ground and learn to throw these big men off top of me, but after 2 classes I just couldn't force myself to go back. Allison and I could still do the moves we learned, but we'll practice with each other in our own home from here on out for that one.
The interesting thing is that this is the first time I told it to anyone. Even back then, when I was so little, I did not tell it to my parents because I did not think they would have done anything. Once when I was about five years old, some neighborhood kid came by and pushed me into a huge bush of nettles for no reason, I thought he was coming to play or something and he just pushed me, laughed and run away. It was summer, I was in short pants and shirt, so my whole legs, arms, hands, head, face, eyes, everything got badly burnt from it. When I went inside and told my mom, she just looked at me, shook her shoulders and turned back to what she was doing in the kitchen even though I was burning red from burns. She did not run out of the house to beat the kid, to tell his parents, she did not even hug me, bathe me, whatever. That was the moment I decided I would never ever tell her anything again, nor ever ask for help, and that is how it stayed forty years after. Even when I felt sick as a kid, I'd never tell her, or when I had any kind of problems in life, school, whatever, or if I was hungry or thirsty or whatever. I'd never ever ask anything from them from age five till today.
DeleteI'm so glad you will be able to defend yourself in case you needed, hopefully never.
It's amazing what we'll keep to ourselves for years and years because we lose trust in others. Let's hope that in our next life, you and I can be blessed with much better childhoods ♥
DeleteAmen to that.
DeleteWhat were they addicted to in the 1800s? Tobacco? Alcohol? This actual looks pretty good.
ReplyDeleteI read your story about the bullying and a mother who just shrugged her shoulders. That's so sad! My daughter had a verbal altercation with a little boy this year and she had to hold me back from kicking him in the shin. I can't imagine a mom just shrugging her shoulders like that, especially after a physical altercation!
And with me burning from head to toe from nettle.
DeleteI just had to look up nettle. I was picturing the thorns of a rose bush but this is a leafy plant. Is it like a poison ivy?
DeleteIt is worse, it burns something terrible, and my whole body was burnt by it, including eyes and hands. The fact that we even had so much huge nettle in front of our house also speaks much about my parents.
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