Take a Girl Like You

As a Hayley Mills fan I was curious about the pairing of her with Oliver Reed. It's like putting a little lamb with a hungry wolf. Mills comes to town to take a teaching position. She moves into a boarding house run by a local boozy politician and his unhappy wife. She meets Oliver Reed who comes by to visit another young woman who lives in there. He takes Mills out to dinner and back to his place only to discover that she is a virgin. One of the few left. She tells him she wants to wait until she's in love. Reed delivers her back home. He's intrigued but is distracted by other more available women. Reed and Mills have an interesting chemistry, he's intense and slightly dangerous and she's innocent and inexperienced. The ending had a little twist that I found myself rooting against, before arriving at a more conventional finale. Worth a look.

Already out of its time when it was released, 'Take a Girl Like You' focuses mainly on Jenny Bunn (Hayley Mills), a young teacher hanging onto her virtue in pursuit of love, and Patrick Standish (Oliver Reed), a flash bohemian trying to break through her resolve. With a swinging soundtrack from the likes of the Foundations and Ram John Holder, this tale is slight but watchable.

A good supporting cast - Ronald Lacey, Aimi Macdonald, Sheila Hancock, Noel Harrison, plus an early teaming for Johns Bird and Fortune, foreshadowing their head to head skits for Rory Bremner - helps this film to stay afloat, while Reed is the perfect charmer for the rather wet Mills.

Not bad, but perhaps too hopelessly dated to work even as a quirky original. From a novel by Kingsley Amis, adapted by George Melly, and directed by Jonathan Miller.

The opening titles (in funky 1970 font) are accompanied by the Foundations singing the title song, the hook of which sounds a lot like "Fly Me To The Moon" (aka "In Other Words"). If this film were set when Kingsley Amis, the novelist, set it, and when "Fly Me To The Moon" had its first success (mid-1950s) it might work better. Transposing the action to the dog-end of the swinging 60s is an awkward fit for a story about a young woman who comes from the North of England to a dull Southern town, and is determined to cling to her virginity, rings slightly false, but that's not the only problem. It's a curiously lifeless mix of sketch-comedy turns and a soapy boy-meets-girl sequences which never quite gels. Oliver Reed seems to be on automatic, Sheila Hancock is wasted, Noel Harrison is creepy, but Hayley Mills, despite being slightly too old for the central role of the girl is such a positive force, that every time she's on screen she almost saves this plod. She is a brilliant actress and an inspirational human being - at least that's the vibe I get from her performance in this pale adaptation of a very funny novel.

Haven't seen this movie since it came out in the 1970s until I bought the DVD recently. Despite what it says on here, the only recognisable location in Slough is the railway station. All the other main location shooting is in my old home town of Staines, Middlesex. The editing is cut about so the views don't appear in sequence - in the opening Jenny's cab turns right out of Thames Street and past the Angel Hotel, she's then seen inside the cab crossing Staines bridge (which would be left from Thames Street)and then arriving at her digs in Kingston Road (right from Thames Street). Oliver Reed lives over the old car showroom (Crimbles?)and later in the film there's a splendid sequence when he is stuck at Pooley Green level crossing in Egham. St.Peter's Church appears, too, along with Matthew Arnold School (as the 'Tech') and the Kingston Road Primary School. A great movie for locals who lived around Staines in the 1960s. And to think the gorgeous Miss Mills was in our town and I never knew!

Take a girl like Hayley Mills, Britain's professional virgin for much of her career, and so who better to play the part of Jenny Bunn, the new girl in town who has yet to have her cherry popped. Barely has she got out of the taxi before she's accosted by local lothario Patrick (Oliver Reed), slavering at the chops at the prospect of fresh meat. He's as slimy as slime can be but you wonder if the (male) writers see him this way, or whether they regard him as a kindred spirit. The narrative proceeds along a familiar will-she, won't-she path, with less than hilarious consequences.

You don't really expect Dr Jonathan Miller, Kingsley Amis and George Melly to come up with a feminist tract, but you'd think they would be capable of producing better dialogue rather than the terrible twaddle they peddle here; e.g. "don't blow your cool over Patrick, dinner will be groovy". To add to the grief there's the usual line-up of British 'character actors' hamming it up like mad, turning it into a kind of Carry On Chastity, but without the laughs. The source novel by Amis was written in the 50s but the film, made in 1970, updates this only stylistically. It didn't seem to occur to anyone that this would make it seem even more anachronistic than it was when the story was first published