In his introduction, film historian John Oliver,
apologised to fans of Gracie Fields after declaring Jessie Matthews as the
leading singer, actor and dancer in British film during the thirties. It was
hard not to agree seeing her energised and uplifting performance in this film;
the Soho girl from Berwick Street, had elegance and a strong slim physique and
could effortlessly lift a straight leg higher than her head with seemingly
little effort. She was just as adept in raising a smile and whilst she quibbled
about her slight overbite, her upturned nose and “big eyes”, jeepers, those
peepers were made for the camera.
This was the fourth film the actress had made with Victor
Saville and the director was the ideal match for the nervous star and even
commissioned screen test after she had been cast just to show her how perfect
she was for the role. First A Girl is essentially a remake of Viktor und
Viktoria (Victor/Victoria) a 1933 German musical comedy film directed by
Reinhold Schünzel starring Renate Müller as a woman pretending to be a female
impersonator. This very Weimar storyline allowed for a startling array of
double and even single entendre concerning he/she and the subject of “half and
half” – pre-Kinsey code for those who "like” everyone. There's a constant play with the idea of "confused" sexuality with a man not sure why he feels so "strange" looking at another man and a woman taking in the news that her finance may be in love with another man - transvestism as comic-erotic?
Griffith Jones and Jessie Matthews |
First a Girl retains its charm and is still strikingly frank and funny to this day, helped by Jessie’s eternal good humour and a strong supporting cast including her husband Sonny Hale who’s full of comic energy himself as Victor, a down on his luck cross-dressing crooner. Jessie plays Elizabeth, a girl who sings to her co-workers in a chic London fashion house and lampoons Princes Wibble-Wobble, Princess Mironoff (Anna Lee, who has the most stunning smile), as they watch the latest show.
Jessie cuts a rug as only she can |
Betty’s job is hanging on by a thread but gets a last
chance to deliver an expensive dress to the Princess. She gets distracted on
the way by an open audition and borrows the dress to make an impression but she
can’t hit the right tone for the choir master and, bumps into Victor as the two
walk out in dejected rejection. Caught in a rain shower, Victor loses his voice
and has to enlist Betty to take his part – a girl playing a boy playing a girl…
She goes down a storm despite escaping geese and slipping on paste but is
talent spotted all the same by Mr. McLintock (Alfred Drayton) who lines up a
big tour for Victor and his new mate “Bill”.
Now playing much smarter venues, the couple get spotted
by the Princess again and her latest fiancé-or-not, Robert (Griffith Jones,
Gemma Jones Dad, fact fans!) – as she later explains, engagements are like
inoculations, some take some just don’t… Victor soon sets his sights on the
Princess while Robert is strangely fascinated with Bill having been
completely convinced that he was a girl on stage. But, as Victor impresses the
Princess with his Shakespeare quotes, Bob and Bill get pickled at the bar and
share large cigars; Bill’s eyes widening when presented with her eight-incher.
They also bond over a shared love of the Mills Brothers, a nice touch!
Sonny Hale, Anna Lee, Griffith Jones and Jessie: Robert is "confused"... |
The Princess is not at all convinced that Bill’s a boy
and arranges to drive he and Victor down to their next engagement in Nice via a
small hotel Robert knows where they lay a trap for the young lad. Bill survives
their test and we see his splendid turn as Victoria at the theatre with
Saville giving it the full Busby Berkley with dances choreographed by Ralph
Reader that make up for any lack of budget with imagination and sheer pep! Matthews
has a long, slim figure and leads off many a dance by leaning back and raising a
long leg high into the air before hitting the ground hard with a deceptive
swiftness. You can see why the Americans called her the “Dancing Divinity” as she
has a smooth, sure-footed style all of her own that is indeed world class
(sorry Gracie) to the extent that you could see her on stage with an Astaire or
a Cagney. Powering her supernatural grace is the sincerest of smiles and a
glint in her huge eyes string enough to power a reasonably sized family home.
The songs are memorable too, written by Americans Al
Goodhart and Al Hoffman (both of whom would later have work featured in Singing
in the Rain) along with Maurice Sigler. Add costumers from Coco Chanel and
you have something approaching American standards of excellence. Now then, none
of those films had a sweetheart quite the likes of our Jessie though did they
and it’s a heart-warming thrill to see the Berwick Street Ballerina showing her
star power on the big screen and in 35mm too!
Yeah, obviously a man |
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