Is there a point to buying the Mail? This week there was, sort of: one of their useful dvd special offers. Buy the paper and get a free “Carry on” dvd. 50p a dvd can’t be bad – and my excuse is that I am introducing the boy to a form of humour that doesn’t involve excess violence or anatomical references.
I know, I know: I should watch what he watches, but honestly, Ant and Dec nowadays….
I digress. So. If you were picking your way thru “Carry on’s”, which would you pick?
Watching one or two of the offerings this week, they have seriously dated. Hard to think these were once at the cutting edge of comedy.
No, seriously: because they occupied that curious twilit zone between strait-laced and breaking new boundaries that emerged in the ‘60’s. And yes, for a while, they were the bawdiest thing in town. Until, I guess, the late ‘70’s, at which point they just queitly slunk off and died.
Or rather, they attempted to catch up with the sexual revolution with the little remembered and best forgotten “Carry on Emanuelle”.
Anyway. Which? If you had to pick one or two as half-decent offerings for repeat viewing, which would you go for?
I’d pick three. “Carry on Cleo” – if only for that most famous of Kenneth Williams lines: “Infamy! Infamy! They’ve all got it in for me!”
Then “Carry on Screaming”, for the slightly kinky sub-plot. (Whoever allowed that in?)
And finally, and best of the bunch, “Carry on…up the Khyber”, for one of Bernard Bresslaw’s best roles. For THAT dinner party. Last but by no means least, the over-worked, but still funny “is anything worn under the kilt denouement?”
Any more for any more?