Tão Jovem e Tão Má

Before I talk about the movie, there is a bit of confusion that Americans might feel when they see this film about a women's reform school. Apparently, the person running the prison is called the 'matron' and the women working under her are called 'wardens'. In the States, it's the other way around...there is only one warden and that's the boss of the prison.

The story is about Ann Turner (Jill Ireland), a nice young girl who is sent to prison for a crime she didn't commit. Her adjustment to the prison life is tough at first, as the lady who lied and got her sent to prison is there! Fortunately, the nice Matron takes a liking for her and gives her a chance. But this chance is jeopardized when one of the wardens pushes one of the ladies to kill herself. Ann refuses to help her or the matron because she feels the riot that resulted from this was justified.

This film is an incredibly mild women in prison sort of picture-- nothing like the American versions such as "Caged". So, while the treatment by the warden is supposed to be harsh, it all seems incredibly lame when compared to the much tougher and more violent American women in prison films. American films have a strong suggestion of lesbianism and sadism...whereas this one looks like a prison film written by a charm school graduate! Not a bad film...but one that is incredibly tame and 'nice'!

Well this is not John Cromwell's CAGED nor Lewis Seiler's WOMEN'S PRISON, the best of the best in terms of gals behind bars, in the can, but this one is different of the exploitiation stuff that will emerge in the seventies, providing nude, sex, violence - maybe realistic though, regarding what really happens in jail - but unfortunately meaningless, destined to male audiences seeking girls else than law abiding students living in a quiet suburb dating for the first time. This film is definitely smoother, nearly destined to family audiences, than the previous movies which I first talked about here. And Jill Ireland had an actress life before meeting Charles Bronson.

One of a couple of colour co-features the Danziger Brothers made around the turn of the 1960s, this was written by an American and follows the American "women in prison" stereotype except that of course it has no teeth. The reform school inmates are all well turned-out young ladies and it's absurd that one of them is described as having "a distinct Cockney accent" because everybody uses RP. There's a brief riot; but the main appeal for lads at the time would have been the girls in bed scenes. There's also a hint of lesbianism. The coffee bar looks nothing like one and the pop star who's performing (John Charlesworth) doesn't open his mouth while the track is playing! (Charlesworth finished his role then killed himself). Watch out, during the penultimate scene, for the actress who flinches before she's slapped. The film probably inspired "House of Whipcord". Some of the lines are identical and the parts of the lesbian wardress played here by Ellen Pollock and in "Whipcord" by Sheila Keith are basically the same. The film's currently on You Tube.

This rather reminds me of Boys in Brown because the inmates,who would be in their teens,are played by actresses who were in their mid twenties.Some of the dialogue is priceless eg"tell it to the marines".As has been mentioned by others the music is a major irritation,drowning out dialogue.Ellen Pollock as Chief Warden is a real hoot.She reminds me of Cloris Leachman as Nurse Diesel in High Anxiety.

This one is pretty tame. One usually watches these old exploitation pix for their camp value. You know, girls/women in prison with girdles and push up bras under their tailored uniforms and perfect bought hairsmdos. This one is pure as the pink pressed dresses they all wear.

The plot picks up by way of the usual melodramatic misunderstanding and a riot ensues.

Jill Ireland is very lovely but what this film really needed was a Diana Dors type, in a tight uniform, cotton colored hair and walking around slinging her hips in a tight uniform chomping gum and chain smoking.

This was bad, but no reason for John Charlesworth to gas himself over.