In its portrayal of an awkward, endearing young woman slouching toward some kind of adulthood, Georgy Girl bears comparison to A Taste of Honey, but it replaces the earlier film's kitchen-sink sincerity with the antic attitudes of Swinging London. Good-natured, galumphing Georgy (Lynn Redgrave, irrepressible and more attractive than the script admits) splits her time between the home of wealthy James Mason, where her parents are servants, and a flat she shares with pathologically shallow beauty Charlotte Rampling. Rampling gets pregnant by Alan Bates, a mod ne'er-do-well; Georgy, whose usual idea of a hot date is listening to an Italian language tape, starts to bond with Bates over readings of Dr. Spock, leading to a domestic arrangement that Bates describes to the maternity nurse as “a bit offbeat.” The performers provide a spark that transcends the conscious quirkiness of this sixties Cinderella story, with Mason as its alarming eleventh-hour prince.