This 1979 film is effectively the stolid prequel to the massively successful Zulu from 15 years earlier, the stiff-upper-lip bloodbath that showcased vivid performances from Stanley Baker and Michael Caine. That was about the battle of Rorke’s Drift between the British army and the Zulus; Zulu Dawn is about the disastrous rout that preceded it: the battle of Isandlwana. The combat scenes are impressively staged, but almost the entire film seems like a second-unit director’s sequence, the battle itself is one very extended, classy B-roll with none of the internal drama, confrontation and light and shade that had made Zulu so potent.
Zulu Dawn was received with hardly more than a shrug at the time, though it inspired a bizarre urban myth that there was a scene showing a British soldier gruesomely killed with three spears to the neck, one after the other – supposedly greeted in cinemas all over the country with facetious shouts of “One hundred and eighty!” (Sadly there is no such scene.)
