Bring Me the Head of Mavis Davis (1997)

Director:

John Henderson

Writers:

Joanne Reay (original idea), Craig Strachan (screenplay)

Stars:

Daniel Abineri, Danny Aiello, Justin Avoth

1 nomination.

Cast

Credited cast:
Daniel Abineri	...	Bruce
Danny Aiello	...	Mr. Rathbone
Justin Avoth	...	Ponytail Man
Nick Bartlett	...	Roadie 2
Caspar Berry	...	Young Man
Ross Boatman	...	Rock Star
Anna Brecon	...	Reporter
Philip Martin Brown	...	Inspector Furse
Stuart Bunge	...	Aspirant
Nick Burnell	...	Maitre D'
Hamish Clark	...	John
Jonathan Copestake	...	Roadie 3
Joanne Farrell	...	Kirsty (as Jo Farrell)
Mem Ferda	...	Mr. S Bon (as Mem Ferda)
Nick Fletcher	...	Reporter

Storyline

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Plot Keywords:

independent film | character name in title

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Taglines:

Marty's about to make a killing in the music business

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Genres:

Comedy

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Motion Picture Rating (MPAA)

Rated R for language

Details

Country:

UK

Language:

English

Release Date:

16 January 1998 (UK)

Also Known As:

Bring mir den Kopf von Mavis Davis

Box Office

Opening Weekend:

£46,244 (UK) (16 January 1998)

Gross:

£46,244 (UK) (16 January 1998)

Company Credits

Production Co:

BBC Films, Goldcrest Films International

Technical Specs

Runtime:

100 min

Color:

Color

Did You Know?

Connections

References Top of the Pops (1964)

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Soundtracks

"I've Got Sixpence (As I Go Rolling Home)"
Written by Lawrence Hall, Desmond Cox and Elton Box

User Reviews

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I didn't plan to review BRING ME THE HEAD OF MAVIS DAVIS, much like I didn't plan to watch it. It was a Sunday night thing, you see. It is a sad consequence of the day of rest: you fill in time however you can, even watching awful films like this.

The film tells the story of a scheming manager who plots to kill his faded pop star, and in doing so increase her album sales. Years ago, in a rush to complete a first-year Screenwriting assignment I hatched a similar, lazy plot.

I never thought it was particularly astute, because everybody knows that the legends of rock stars are built on their deaths. The makers of this film think it IS astute, even if their execution is excruciatingly sloppy. Worse still, where I made the point in ten minutes, this film runs to ninety.

Ninety minutes. Ninety horrible minutes. Ninety minutes, no jokes.

I could hardly feel angry that I watched this film: it was on television and it was my own fault. I felt no malice or ill-will towards the cast and crew. I foresaw the inevitable lameness of their poorly-made product and yet I watched it anyway.

In the end I just felt like a bit of a loser. Ninety minutes I could have spent stimulating my brain or collecting for the worlds poor, but no. I watched a bad film.

Don't make the same mistake I did. But then again, Sundays make people do strange things.