'Wilson, you were late for chapel this morning'. Thus does the pedantic Crocker-Harris initiate his role. The characters are quite believable, even the serpentine headmaster who fluffs a pupil's name. The Browning version of the Agamemnon in fact does little credit to the Greek original, and its introduction is merely a ploy foe bringing Taplow into the picture. Despite the public school ambience the plot does have its flaws. No classics teacher would ever leave his school without a pension nor would such a qualified pedagogue end up teaching in a school for backward boys. The idea of one of its teachers playing in a test match for England also beggars belief. Public schools do employ ex-county cricketers as cricket coaches, and Dennis Silk even became a headmaster, but Bill Travers looks decidedly uncomfortable in the role of the popular sportsmaster. When the 'Crock' makes his apologetic speech in the crowded chapel we realise the sincerity which surrounds his failure as a teacher. But would any teacher, whether in a state or independent school, ever admit in full public view to being a failure ? I doubt it very much. One thing I would say is that Michael Redgrave who brought the Eric Portman stage role to the screen is far superior to Albert Finney who resembles a butcher rather than a teacher.