Trois Adam au paradis

I'm not quite sure what film some of the reviewers were watching when they heaped their venom upon this unassuming and cute little comedy,but it wasn't OUR GIRL Friday (aka ADVENTURES OF SADIE). Perhaps they were watching one of the several dreadful video versions available, or one of the severely cut versions. But if they had seen a nice, clear and complete version of this film I feel certain they would find in it, as I did, a pleasant diversion.

Lovely photography of Majorca (a clear video copy required to appreciate this!) coupled with some fun acting by all concerned make this an amusing story of men shipwrecked with the beautiful Joan Collins. Good humor situations and good dialog abound.

I'd term this a good snack/popcorn movie. Find that good, clear copy (rumor has it that, at long last, a decent DVD of it is about to be released) sit down on the sofa with your spouse and enjoy yourself. I can't think of a higher recommendation than that.

Just caught up with this old film on the Talking Pictures TV channel, because of the mixtures of people in it.

I was rather hoping that the combination of Hattie Jacques and George Cole, would make it at least a good film.

I didn't catch the film from the beginning so I have to assume that Hattie Jacques was in that bit. She certainly wasn't in the majority of the movie, and frankly was all the worst for it.

I saw it from the desert island with the characters of Gibble, Carrol, Pat and Sadie, through to the end.

Sadie was the hapless female character played by the incredibly young, and to me scarcely recognisable Joan Collins.

Hapless because her every move was beset by the three gormless male pillocks, two of whom were vying for her affections.

Gibble was played by the old actor Robertson Hare, who I have only seen in a now old TV comedy All Gas and Gaiters. This was on the box from 1966-1971, and he had been around the block a while before then.

For me his portrayal of Gibble was very reminiscent of his characterisation, of the Archdeacon in the TV show.

In all honesty I found George Cole's portrayal of Carroll rather disappointing to say the least, and not in the least memorable.

But altogether the absolute worst was the performance of Kenneth More, this was characterised by his truly atrocious accent.

This was so appallingly bad that I couldn't see past it, to the only really average acting performance.

When I saw the earlier scenes of the movie I thought it resembled another castaway film, The Admirable Crichton. That also features Kenneth Moore which is infinitely preferable, all round and not a sign of a dodgy Irish accent.

Very funny and inventive tale about three guys marooned on a desert island with snooty Joan Collins. Terrific characterization - the jerk, the dithering old man and the cheeky know-it-all sailor. Kenneth More at his cheerful best as the sailor, veteran Robertson Hare at his scatterbrained finest and George Cole at his most obnoxious. And then there's Joan Collins. Still learning how to act but who cares when she spends ninety percent of the movie in a bikini? The object of lust from all angles and no wonder. When one looks at the sorry state of so many of today's comedies it's a delight to look back on this one and get more than a few laughs from genuine characters and situations. A nice addition for the collection.

Not even Joan Collins in her beachwear on a desert island can rescue this awful film! Kenneth More's crude attempt at playing a relentlessly cheerful, bucolic Irishmen is disastrous! His Dublin accent is embarrassingly poor, and his constant stupid chuckling and grinning makes him a one dimensional stereotypical character! George Cole, playing a reporter, seems totally lost in this film and merely comes across as a dim witted, lifeless character whose monotone voice reminds me of the very worst of amateur dramatics. He was never photogenic and with his limp voice, it beggars belief that Collins could be attracted to such a super dull character, even on a desert island! Robertson Hare plays the stereotypical, eccentric, stuffy Englishman, who shows little emotion but merely recites his lines without any conviction. As a comedy it falls flat on its face! Collins at least tries to make an effort, but the three male companions on the film are so wooden, that she wasted her time making this film. Not only is the acting mediocre but the dialogue is very poor! Definitely a film to miss!

This is one of those movies with a dual identity. In Britain it was released as "Our Girl Friday", but in the U.S. it has always been known as "The Adventures of Sadie", under which title it is today sometimes shown on British television. The reason for the separate American title may be to avoid confusion with the 1940 American screwball comedy film "His Girl Friday". In this review, however, I will refer to it by the original British title. The plot is a version of that old chestnut about a disparate group of people being shipwrecked on a deserted island. In this case there are three men and one woman, Sadie Patch, the beautiful but spoilt daughter of a wealthy Northern industrialist. Sadie's male companions are Pat Plunkett, a drunken Irish stoker, Jimmy Carrol, a cynical, hard-bitten journalist and Professor Gibble, a pompous upper- class academic.

When I recently reviewed "Sink the Bismarck!", I pointed out that although Kenneth More had a fairly small range as an actor he was capable of giving some very good performances within that range, of which his role in "Sink the Bismarck!" was one. "Our Girl Friday" reminds us of just how bad he could be when he tried to go outside that range. He normally specialised in playing stiff-upper-lipped upper-class or middle-class Englishmen or Scotsmen, often officers in the Forces. Here, as Plunkett, he gets to play a working-class Irishman. You can tell he's Irish because he occasionally sounds like a stage-Irishman, although he just as often can sound like a stage-Welshman, stage-West Countryman, stage-Cockney or stage-Australian. Most of the time, however, he speaks an unknown dialect not associated with any specific geographic location or social class.

Problems with accents do not end with More. Although she is supposedly a native of Wigan, Sadie speaks with a cut-glass Home Counties accent, unlike her parents who are broadly Northern. (Oddly, Sadie's mother is played by Hattie Jacques who was only eleven years older than Joan Collins). I suppose one explanation could be that she had received elocution lessons after being sent to public school, but two more likely ones are (i) that Collins did not want to attempt a Lancashire accent or (ii) that the film-makers had an eye on the American box office, which has always regarded British regional dialects as incomprehensible foreign tongues.

The story revolves around the complications which ensue when both Carrol and Gibble fall in love with the lovely Sadie, who spends much of the film wandering around in a bikini. (In case anyone is wondering how she had the time to grab her swimsuit when the ship sank, the answer is that she made it herself on the island out of an old sweater belonging to Plunkett. The question of how she had the time to grab her sewing kit when the ship sank is left unanswered). Plunkett seems immune to Sadie, partly because he is semi-permanently drunk, but also because when sober he is perceptive enough to realise that, beneath her good looks, she is actually a prize bitch. The plot is generally predictable, apart from the ending which makes very little sense. There are some silly plot- holes. When a bottle of rum turns up, and Gibble wants to prevent the dipsomaniac Plunkett from getting drunk on its contents, he comes up with a contrived scheme for Sadie to swim out and sink the bottle in the sea beyond the reef. Why didn't he just pour the rum on the ground?

The characterisation is, to say the least, unsubtle. His accent apart, More's Plunkett is the standard caricature of the Irishman from a long line of British cinema comedies and, before that, from an even longer line of stage comedies and music-hall performances. George Cole's Carrol and Robertson Hare's Gibble are equally one-dimensional caricatures, and both actors fail (in Hare's case disastrously so) when called upon to step outside their comic personas and show some genuine emotion in their love scenes with Sadie. If the script tells us that a character is in love, we need to believe it, even in a comedy. The best (or should I say least bad) acting comes from Collins, but perhaps only because her character is required to remain one-dimensional throughout and is never required to show any genuine emotion, genuine emotion being something quite alien to Sadie's personality.

When "Our Girl Friday" was recently shown on an obscure specialist movie channel it was described as a "British Cinema Classic". It isn't anything of the sort. Even in 1953 it was a box-office flop and today it is largely forgotten. It is a film which has faded both literally- the print I saw on television had very washed-out colours- and metaphorically in the sense that it has faded from view. Even the sight of the lovely Joanie in a bikini cannot rescue it from oblivion. 4/10

A goof. Birds seen on the island include a Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo (native to Australia and New Guinea), a Scarlet Macaw (native to South America) and an African Grey Parrot (native, as its name might suggest, to Africa). There is nowhere in the world where all three species could be seen together in the wild.