I dreamt about you last night...
13 September 2002
Warning: Spoilers
Did you?

No, you wouldn't let me.

What a line. This film is cheesy as they come, but it's all part of a British institution - the Carry On films. If you're not a Brit or you haven't seen any of these films then allow me to elaborate for a moment. Made between the late 50s and late 70s (except for one execrable exception from 1992), 28 films with the title "Carry On..." celebrated the best of UK 'seaside humour'. In other words, tit jokes. There's something inherently satisfying about watching this film in particular, one of my desert island films. Maybe it's the ridiculous puns, or the silly prat-falls, or the comfort of watching familiar faces. Who knows? But it is pretty funny.

*Spoilers*

Dr. Kilmore ("Did you hear about the pregnant bedbug? She had a baby in the spring") is a handsome doctor who the nurses fancy and the blokes think is pretty cool. Dr Tinkle ("Cold baths every hour, matron.") hates him, as does the infatuated-with-Dr-Tinkle Matron ("This hospital is not big enough for both of us, Doctor." "Oh, I don't know, you're not that big, Matron."). Nurse May (Barbara Windsor) fancies Dr Tinkle. And it all sort of moves on from there, apart from Francis Bigger, a 'positive thinker' with a bad back, and his deaf partner Chloe ("She's a bit mutt, doctor."). There's lots of puerile wordplay ("Ooh, what a lovely pear." "You took the words right out of my mouth!"), half-naked women on rooftops, falling over, exaggerated facial expressions and hammy acting. In other words, business as usual for the Carry Ons.

I love this film.
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