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Carry On? No Thanks
I seem to have spent the night dreaming I was remaking the Carry On films- which was an odd thing for me to be doing seeing how much I hate them.
Actually that's not quite true. I don't hate them; I just wouldn't want to have to sit through a whole one. As socio-cultural artefacts that document the mid-20th century British obsession with bodily functions I find them fascinating. And the odd clip or two never did anybody any harm. "Infamy, infamy- they've all got it in for me!"- that's still the most outrageous joke ever committed to celluloid. But were we really all so gormless about sex on the cusp of the swinging sixties- so ineptly lubricious, so trouser-poppingly repressed? I'm sure I was. And that's probably why I can't bear to view them except at arms length- with tongs. Jim Dale, c'est moi.
Actually that's not quite true. I don't hate them; I just wouldn't want to have to sit through a whole one. As socio-cultural artefacts that document the mid-20th century British obsession with bodily functions I find them fascinating. And the odd clip or two never did anybody any harm. "Infamy, infamy- they've all got it in for me!"- that's still the most outrageous joke ever committed to celluloid. But were we really all so gormless about sex on the cusp of the swinging sixties- so ineptly lubricious, so trouser-poppingly repressed? I'm sure I was. And that's probably why I can't bear to view them except at arms length- with tongs. Jim Dale, c'est moi.
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ooh Matron!
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Another reason I have a soft spot for them is that my dad once told me that one of their bit-part actors, Julian Orchard, was the son of my childhood doctor, so I used to love playing 'Spot Julian' in the films. :-)
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