DB7

Apparently this will be one of the next Bond girls; "be prepared to be spanked Mr. Bond!"

dremble wedge

I have a feeling that I'm going to like this...

batman

Who is she?

Bats.

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DB7

St Trinian's belle tipped for Bond girl role


Staff and agencies
Friday December 14, 2007
Guardian Unlimited


Gemma Arterton, seen here in St Trinian's, is being tipped for a role in the next Bond film
Gemma Arterton, the 22-year-old star of the upcoming St Trinian's remake, has reportedly been cast opposite Daniel Craig as the next Bond girl.According to a report on Marie Claire's website, the little known actor beat out 1,500 other hopefuls to win the part.
The report claims an insider at James Bond production company Eon Productions said of Arterton: "She has the modern look."

Bell Bottom George

She sports a nice Dominatrix Bob !.......................bung her on the `Sexiest Actresses` thread right now !

"What larks we had Mr Pip...........what larks !"

batman

See 'Sexiest Actresses' thread.

Bats.

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lordtednfs

Gone to pot is more likely. Jeez. Glad I have emmigrated.

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lordtednfs

M meaning Masochistic?

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ddock54

She looks fine ,did not like the last bond girl ,but the movie was the best...

I SAY THERE BOY!

julian_craster

It's the script, silly....


St Trinian's (Cert 12A)
Peter Bradshaw

Friday December 21, 2007
The Guardian
ONE STAR 'a monumentally naff film, shaming and depressing...'

Dire script ... St Trinian's

Oh my God, look - there in the cast of the new Lottery-funded British comedy film! It's ... it's Lily Cole, isn't it? You know. The slightly weird-looking supermodel. Some film producer has seen a picture of her in a glossy magazine and thought: it would be a good idea to cast her in a remake of the 1950s St Trinian's schoolgirl comedies. (Perhaps Jade Jagger and Plum Sykes weren't available.) A throat-clearing subordinate might have pointed out that there is every likelihood that Cole, through no fault of her own, would be completely rubbish. But the decision to cast her has in a sense been vindicated here. She is essentially no more rubbish in it than anyone else. She is, for example, no worse than professional comic Russell Brand.

This is a monumentally naff film, shaming and depressing in a way that British feature-film comedies have persisted in being, intermittently, all our lives. Cheesy, dated, humourless and crass, it's a nightmare of stunt-casting, and was apparently composed by a committee of suits, PR execs and press agents. Despite its continuous stream of up-to-the-minute pop culture references, it has been updated only to about 1978, a spiritual cousin to the late-period Carry Ons.
The drag convention, which started with Alastair Sim in the original, is revived with Rupert Everett as the leering headmistress, Miss Fritton, presiding over the feisty boater-wearing tykes and kittenish dollybirds (only the 70s term will do), wearing naughty- but-nice school uniforms. Of all the wretched cast, I concede that Everett does show some flair. He may not have the comedy gold, but he knows roughly where the treasure map is. However, his presence is swamped by a dire script and catastrophically unamusing contributions from everyone else.
Lena "300" Headey is the nerdy, speccy, Joyce Grenfell-y English teacher: a baffling performance from which the punchline has perhaps been amputated in the edit. Russell Brand, unable to do his own material, is uncomfortable in the laugh-free role of Flash Harry. Colin Firth plays a pompous schools minister who, oh my sides, winds up in bed with Miss Fritton. It is as funny as the worried frown on the face of an oncologist.

GRAEME

Hmm. It's going to be a toss up which is worse - this or "Lady Godiva: Back in the Saddle".

The only thing is Godiva probably won't get as wide a release.

batman

One thing is certain .... I won't be going to see either of them!

Bats.

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Fellwanderer

I presume The Great St Trinian's Train Robbery is being shown this Sunday so that people can see how it should have been done.


Me neither, Bats.

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Steve Crook

They should show The Belles of St. Trinian's (1954) then. That's the original, and the best in the series. Although The Great St. Trinian's Train Robbery (1966) was pretty good as well.

Steve

julian_craster

I much prefer George Cole to Russell Brand any day.....


The Daily Telgraph has a more positive review....


An anarchic new version of the St Trinian's films is closer in spirit to the cartoons that inspired them, writes Tim Robey

St Trinian's
12A cert, 101 min

Anyone caught crying "Sacrilege!" at the St Trinian's remake has suffered a sense-of-humour failure. Sacrilege is the whole idea - sacrilege and pandemonium and jokes about YouTube. The funniest thing about the new movie, unashamedly targeted at teenage girls, is the expression it would have planted on the late Joyce Grenfell's face.

My thoughts turned fondly, also, to the conniptions it might have caused the 1950s ratings board. Is that a spliff Rupert Everett is smoking? What's going on between Russell Brand's Flash Harry and the head girl (Gemma Arterton)? And that phrase "head girl" - why does everyone keep sniggering at it?
Prepared for a smug shambles, I was pleasantly surprised. Everett won't eclipse anyone's memories of Alastair Sim, but he's a hoot in drag as the braying Miss Fritton, all Bugs Bunny teeth and pink jumpsuits. Not for nothing is she called Camilla, and for no obvious reason Everett even dons an Elizabethan ruff at one point - a sneaky bit of undercover royal-baiting. I doubt they'll be screening this at Buckingham Palace.

As ever, St Trin's - or "Hogwarts for pikeys", as the new girl (the excellent Talulah Riley) dubs it - is in dire straits. The Minister of Education (Colin Firth) wants to brandish it as a filthy example of financial corruption and lax morals, which is hard to pull off with dignity when a dog called Mr Darcy keeps humping your leg.
Plus, there's history between him and Miss Fritton, as indeed there is on screen between Firth - a spiffing straight man here - and the showboating Everett. Double entendres at the ready.

The truth is, though Oliver Parker and Barnaby Thompson direct with more flourish than genuine inspiration, their film is camp fun, and catnip for a demographic that British cinema doesn't often bother to please.
The original series of films were far more squarely targeted at adults, with their casting of Sim and Grenfell, national institutions both. For all their charm, they were arguably too sedate, blunting the edge of Ronald Searle's delightfully vicious cartoons.

No one would call this a better film, but in an odd way it's truer to Searle, at least in restoring the balance and letting its young cast drive the story.
Not everything works - a lot of the supporting players, including the oddly third-billed bluestocking Lena Headey - have barely anything to do, and Brand looks uncomfortable with the fool's errand of playing a contemporary spiv. That's one joke that just doesn't fly, but there are lots of others with mileage, and I laughed loud and often.
Poppers, in lieu of smelling salts, are proffered for those knocked out on the hockey pitch. Meanwhile, one member of the student clique "Posh Totty", which appears to be an underage escort service in all but name, is given a teacherly pep talk. "You know what you are?" asks a sympathetic Headey. "A washed-up slapper?" Totty wonders, so forlornly that the schoolgirls behind me almost died.

Crude, rude, lewd - but funny, and that'll do nicely.