July 8th, 2009

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.