While on seaside holiday with her girlfriend Mary, a pretty factory worker named Jenny is attracted to Alan, son of the owner of the mill where she works. When she agrees to spend a week ... See full summary »
A celebration of working class leisure activities at Hindle, Lancashire, during "Wakes Week", an annual week still observed in parts of Lancashire and Yorkshire when all factories and ... See full summary »
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While on seaside holiday with her girlfriend Mary, a pretty factory worker named Jenny is attracted to Alan, son of the owner of the mill where she works. When she agrees to spend a week with the young man, Jenny enlists her roommate's help to keep this liaison a secret. The conspiracy backfires when Mary is killed in a freak boating accident, revealing that Jenny was elsewhere. Both sets of parents learn of the liaison, and insist that Alan "do the right thing" by marrying her. The independent Jenny has a surprise for them. Successful and more realistic remake of one of the earliest British talkies, made in 1931 after two previous silent versions. Written by
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I could only give this eight because I only watched half an hour of it, but what a laugh! I loved every brief minute. It was nostalgic, with its depiction of a Blackpool in its heyday, and I guffawed heartily at the cut-glass accents of the mill-workers. Paul Whitehouse could not parody this, because it does the job itself. The raised eyebrows from the concierge when the unmarried (gasp!) couple book into the Llandudno hotel as Mr and Mrs are priceless. I look forward to seeing the film in full so as to discover if there is a moment to top the scene at the swimming pool. Let me set it: you have two brylcreemed Lotharios at the open-air baths in hot pursuit of the two ladies they met at the Winter Gardens the night before. The ladies - in their demure fifties fashion
spot them and make haste to flee the gents' advances pronto. They
retreat to where no gent may set foot, and when Gent 2 asks Gent 1 where did they go, Gent 1 points to the sign about the womens' changing room that reads: "Ladies' Boxes". PRICELESS!! How keen we gents are to get into ladies' boxes. What-ho!
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