Georgy Girl (1966)
6/10
The talented Miss Redgrave gave this film its centre, heart, soul - and sense
12 April 2020
Nicely shot in black and white this is an unsatisfactory mix of the three then overlapping British cinema fashions: Kitchen Sink, Swinging London and the over-cranked style Beatles vehicles here severely afflicting Alan Bates. It conspicuously predates the sexual-liberation revolution of just a few years later - the author lived as a young woman in the pre-pill era. Georgy has little interest in sex, she just wants to be a mum.

Men are exclusively harshly portrayed: first the parody feckless Alan Bates character. Second the ageing money-bags (James Mason) who attempts to employ Georgy under business contract as his mistress. Third, Georgy's father who, as money-bag's butler, is entirely focussed on getting his daughter somehow hooked up to his employers wealth.

The Charlotte Rampling character - petite, perfect, wilful and hateful - is a female monster - an early portrayal of a Sloane-Ranger - children of wealthy upper-class parents. That she is a talented violinist and plays in an orchestra is given no weight or meaning. The writer has packaged her hatred for the character, and by extension the social class, by writing her as an unredeemed 2D monster.

It is Georgy the Good, the large gawky Lynn Redgrave character who is mother courage - doing the right things, never even wanting to do the wrong thing. In a short fantasy? scene, Lynn Redgrave, dressed and made up, demonstrates that she can dazzle. But it is the unassuming, dutiful and modest, bearing ill-will to none which runs throughout. I've not read the book - perhaps it had more to offer than the film
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