Jeannie

This is a charming little romantic comedy, directed by Harold French, that reliable supplier of civilised entertainments. Uniquely, it gives a starring role to someone who has invented a new type of washing machine (Michael Redgrave). It then pairs him romantically with an heiress (Barbara Mullen, famous years later on TV with Doctor Finlay's Casebook) with a love of Strauss and the The Blue Danube. The film rambles all over the place, but that's all part of the charm - it's all about the oddities and pleasing digressions of life. A witty script, delightful characterisations, a most unusual but effective romantic pairing, and all the quaintness of an utterly lost age.

I stumbled on this British film from 1941, Jeannie, and was charmed at once by its strong, stoic heroine who has to put up with her aged father's cruel taunts while she slaves away serving him his tea and doing his laundry. Barbara Mullen was quite plucky in the role and I smiled through much of the picture. Michael Redgrave is always good and here he's quite handsome as Jeannie's "savior" when, after her father dies and leaves her some money for all her years of servitude to him, she decides to take a trip to Vienna and makes mistake after mistake on her tour; he steps in like a good gentleman and helps her out. He's on his way to Vienna to sell his newly designed washing machine. Will that be successful and help bring him and Jeannie together permanently?

You can find this film online if you do a search for it. The print quality is a little soft but tolerable. This was Barbara Mullen's first movie. Now I'd like to see more of her!

Quaint, veddy British (with requisite dodgy Scottish accents) romance. Michael Redgrave may be one of the most attractive male film actors of all: his performances are soft and safe, even pudgy of character, but at the same time he's always pursuing the girl, and he's always amusing and amused, charming and bloody nice. He's as exquisite in this as he was in The Lady Vanishes, but this is a much lesser film. It's worth seeing for him, and for the ending, which goes the way you'd want it to go.

An inordinately delightful comedy and very human as such - a wee Scottish lassie constantly harassed by her father (excellently played by Wilfrid Lawson) is left alone by his death with - to her great amazement - some unexpected inheritance, with which she decides to go to Vienna. As a totally inexperienced traveller and with her dog in the luggage as well, she gets into all kinds of difficulties, as she knows no other language than her native tongue, while Michael Redgrave happens to be on a business trip in the same direction as a salesman of washing machines, speaking both French and German poorly with the aid of some pocket dictionary. He comes to the rerscue of wee Barbara Mullen a number of times, while she usually objects to his advances, sticking firmly to her principle of independence as an unbending "sticker to the truth". In Vienna she meets with a count (Albert Lieven) who in the 30s with all the family fortunes and properties since 400 years lost after the war, a bankrupt aristocrat, finds some hope in her, believing her to be a god-sent millionairess, while she is only charmed by him and has no idea of his poverty or how he uses her. There are many hilarious scenes, especially in connection with language difficulties, and Michael Redgrave has a hard time sticking to his continuous efforts of saving her, but ultimately the final saviour of all troubles and problems appears to be the washing machine. The whole film is basically very human with many dreams and illusions embellishing a reality which no one really sees how hard it is - except the bankrupt count.

Jeannie is Barbara Mullen, a Scots girl whose dour father dies and leave her his fortune of 297 pounds. She decides she wants to enjoy life for once, before she settles down, so she books a trip to Vienna. Problems crop up on the trip, and it's always dapper Michael Redgrave, an inventor on his way to Vienna to see about financing, who helps her again and again. When they get to Vienna, however, they fall out; Kay Hammond is a dress model and a good-time girl who makes eyes at Redgrave, and Albert Lieven is a pfennig-less Graf who thinks that Jeannie's fortune is a sizeable one.

It's a charming movie, between Miss Mullen's impressive accent -- she hailed from Boston Massachusetts -- and Redgrave's self-assured British gentleman. All of the performances are fine, particularly Wilfred Lawson as Miss Mullen's horror of a father -- I remember his turns as Alfie Dolittle in Pascal's PYGMALION and Mr. Rudge in EXPRESSO BONGO. Roland Pertwee and Anatole de Grunewald do a fine script from Aimee Stuart's stage play, and Harold French directs his actors well. It's filled with cameos of some of the fine actors he had worked with over the years.