I recently discovered the movie “White Squall,” directed by Ridley Scott and starring Jeff Bridges. Set in 1961, it’s a coming-of-age film crossed with maritime adventure.
The story centers around a group of prep-school flunkies who get to redeem themselves in a kind of nautical reform school, doing their studies at sea while they learn sailing and self-reliance and overcome personal demons. But their life lessons get even tougher when the ship sinks in a “white squall” and their much-admired skipper, played by Bridges, is blamed.
The boys spend most of their time in khakis, white tees, canvas sneakers and Princeton haircuts. But in one extended scene they go ashore for a dance with a group of female Dutch students, and get decked out in blazers, madras jackets, button-downs and penny loafers.