St Trinian's 2: The Legend of Fritton's Gold - Review
Review by Rob Carnevale
THERE’S a point in St Trinian’s 2 where pantomime villain David Tennant raises his eyes to the air in disgust and bemoans “this is interminable”! Audiences may be inclined to agree.
Oliver Parker and Barnaby Thompson’s sequel, dubbed The Legend of Fritton’s Gold, is a crass and often pretty half-hearted follow-up that marks another lowpoint in British comedy.
Its tone is woefully uneven, its performances pantomime-esque and scattershot at best and its plotting and screenplay overloaded with cheesy pop culture references and barely pronounced English (from certain key characters).
The story picks up a year on from the original as the girls go hunting for missing gold after discovering that headmistress Fritton (once again played in drag by Rupert Everett) is related to a famous pirate.
Attempting to ensure that they don’t succeed is Tennant’s billionaire misogynist, who has his own reasons for ensuring that the secrets behind the treasure never get out.
Clocking in at an hour and three quarters, St Trinian’s 2 feels like a very long and unnecessary ride that’s muddled, cliched and derivative.
Girls are defined by the shortness of their skirts or the confidence of their posturing, while some top British stars (including Tennant, Toby Jones and Colin Firth) mercilessly send up their own images to emerge as bumbling stiff upper lipped old school Brits.
The uneven tone of the comedy, meanwhile, is best exemplified by an extended sight gag involving The Exorcist, which ought to fly way over the heads of its pre-teen target audience.
The most depressing aspect of this whole wretched endeavour, however, is the notion that any of these girls could be deemed role models.
St Trinian’s 2 is a dispiriting and tedious experience that I wish I could expel from my memory.
Running time: 107mins
UK Release Date: December 18, 2009