These are a few
of my favourite scenes
I’ve
been focussing on the first three St Trinians films – ‘Belles’, ‘Blue Murder’
and ‘Pure Hell’. Basically, it is my opinion that they are the best ones,
because they are the ones that feature Joyce Grenfell. I also think that in
this series, each subsequent film is not quite as good as the one that went
before it. So at the top of the tree we have the 1954 ‘Belles of St Trinians’,
the one that I like the most. And if you were to ask me which was my favourite
scene in this film, I would have a think, and then probably plump for one
single line, delivered by Alastair Sim in the most devastatingly funny way. It
happens during the hockey match. Joyce Grenfell’s ‘Creepy Crawley’ character
has just been belted over the head with a hockey stick, leaving the match
without a referee. The headmistress of the opposing team protests vociferously
and then bustles in to take control. Inevitably,
she too ends up on a stretcher. At this point, our Miss Fritton leans into
nobody in particular and states “I did warn her.” It always makes me laugh and
I wait for that line with a sense of anticipation. Though perhaps it shouldn’t,
this violence perpetrated to mature single women who, because of their
unmarried status, are fair game as ‘old hags’.
Moving
onto ‘Blue Murder at St Trinians’, one of my favourite scenes is a re-occuring
one. Near the beginning of the film, the delinquent girls drill a large hole in
the floor at the Ministry of Education in the process of securing the school’s
victory in a writing competition. After discovery of this hole by the
unfortunate ministry staff, workmen are brought in to make repairs. We then
regularly see them through the rest of the film – and not once are they doing
any work. They are on a perpetual tea break! There’s a bit of business between
them and the suited ministry staff in passing each other the sugar that makes
me laugh every time. It all goes to prove that the cliché of the English
workman sitting by the side of a hole in the road, never doing anything to
repair it, is one that has been around for some time now. This attitude to our
labouring classes was only going to get worse, culminating in the 1971 film
‘Carry on at Your Convenience’. Today, I think that things have changed because
the trade unions don’t have so much influence on our working conditions, yet we
haven’t quite shaken off this feeling that the British workman isn’t working
quite as hard as he might. Especially when we are sat at temporary traffic
lights and there is no sign of any movement…
Finally,
‘Pure Hell of St Trinians’ brings us a Ruby Gates who is finally preparing for
her wedding. For her gown, she visits Myrtle’s West End Modes (above the fish
shop) – a business I long to patronise. Not for a wedding gown you understand,
I see myself being fitted for a twin set to wear at the Cheltenham Literary Festival.
But as a favourite scene, this is pipped at the post by Ruby’s well-provisioned
lifeboat. While hiding away on the boat
that has been used to carry our unsuspecting St Trinians heroines to their
arranged marriages in the Middle East; Ruby has made herself a home beneath the
tarpaulin. Not only are some of the items that she has packed rather amusing (a
live chicken, a tea service, a recorder, asparagus tips – it’s like The
Generation Game) they are also historically interesting. What would the 1950s housewife
pack for a desert island? I particularly like to see the old Kelloggs packets.
But
don’t just take my word for it. Revisit the films yourself and make your own
mind up about the best bits of St Trinians.