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The greatest movie ever made..!

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

CARRY ON UP THE JUNGLE had the misfortune to follow on from one of the widely acknowledged highlights of the Carry On franchise, the excellence that is CARRY ON CAMPING. That was a very funny comedy with non-stop jokes, whereas this film just isn't funny at all. The main problem with it is that it feels very dated indeed, even for its era.This was the dawn of the 1970s, yet CARRY ON UP THE JUNGLE is a film that contains white actors in blackface, black actors playing jungle porters, a guy in a gorilla suit who runs around like in an old Bela Lugosi movie from the 1940s, and most offensively, Terry Scott playing a version of Tarzan. Scott's constant mugging is one of the reasons I remember disliking the actor, which isn't really fair as he was decent in CAMPING.Elsewhere, the film misses the presence Kenneth Williams, with Frankie Howerd coming across way too over the top as his replacement. Howerd mugs for all his worth in a performance far removed from his one in CARRY ON DOCTOR. Sid James is better, but even he can do little to salvage the film from the plethora of repetitive and sexist jokes. It's doubly disappointing because one of my favourite Carry On stars, Kenneth Connor, returns after a six-year hiatus, but to be frank his role here is an embarrassment and a far cry from what you'd expect given his earlier turns in CARRY ON CONSTABLE and the like. Whatever way you look at it, CARRY ON UP THE JUNGLE is a right mess.

I can't believe that of all of the films I've reviewed to date, not one has been a Carry On caper; let's put that right...In Carry On Up The Jungle, the 19th film in the long-running British comedy series, The Carry On team tackle one of my favourite genres, the jungle adventure, sending up the legend of Tarzan with their own inimitable style of 'seaside humour', whereby virtually every line uttered is a thinly veiled innuendo and crazy slapstick situations abound.Craggy faced Sid James plays fearless hunter Bill Boosey (Boosey by name, boozy by nature), guide for an expedition in search of the legendary Oozlum bird (which supposedly flies in ever decreasing circles until it disappears up its own backside). While deep in the African jungle, the group come face to face with the cannibalistic Nosher tribe, meet Ugh (Terry Scott), the long lost son of Lady Bagley (Joan Sims), and are taken captive by a tribe of women who need men for mating, all of which allows for plenty of smut and general tomfoolery.Up The Jungle sees the team on top form, the ribald humour and double entendres coming thick and fast (oo-errr!) and the silliness in overdrive. With a patently fake gorilla on the rampage, a tubby Scott as an unlikely ape-man, Frankie Howerd 'oohing' and 'aahing' for all he's worth, Bernard Bresslaw in black-face as native bearer Upsidaisi, the gorgeous Jacki Piper as Ugh's love interest June, and buxom babe Valerie Leon in a revealing jungle outfit, this is unashamedly unsophisticated and terribly un-PC, and as a result, hugely entertaining.9/10 (it should be noted, however, that my rating is as a lifelong Carry On fan).

This (surprisingly) consistently funny spoof of the Tarzan jungle epics from the "Carry On" gang is one of their better efforts I've watched so far: the rude, crude jokes come flying by with a welcome regularity and the old reliables - Sidney James (as boozing big game hunter Bill Boosey), Joan Sims (as an aristocratic lady who lost her husband and son in Africa many years earlier) and Charles Hawtrey (as the latter's husband who has spent his time in Africa lording it over a bevy of jungle girls) - enter gleefully into the spirit of the thing; the same goes for occasional participants in the series who join them here like Frankie Howerd (as the improbable leader of the expedition), Kenneth Connor (as a lecherous botanist) and Bernard Bresslaw (as the native guide).Among the comic highlights are a snake sliding into Ms. Sims' undergarments at dinner-time (which she mistakes for the attentions of each of her male pretenders), the various bedtime romps which also involve Sims' son (the Tarzan figure) and a huge gorilla, James' shotgun 'standing up' at attention on seeing Sims taking a bath, Tarzan's various catastrophic attempts at leaping from one tree to another, his learning the English language and numeric system (which invariably stops at number 6, since he mistakes it for 'sex'), etc. The second half with Hawtrey sags slightly and the luscious Valerie Leon is not put to best advantage; amusingly, during this section, whenever our heroes are in peril, a classic musical cue from the 1960s "Spider-Man" animated series is heard on the soundtrack! All in all, as I said earlier, the result is generally engaging and quite enjoyable.

The Carry On team take on the whole idea of the noble savage, showing the escapades of a group of civilised nit-wits up the jungle. The horrors of an uncultivated life - snakes, gorillas, cannibals and matriarchy - are mercilessly exposed and, of course, in this situation the whole idea of human life boils down to the one sordid thing - sex. The plot, such as it is, tells of the search for the legendary Oozalum bird - a symbol which stands for the exotic Rousseau ideal but which, in the cold light of day out of the jungle, disappears like all pretentious nonsense up its own bum. The relationship between the jungle-boy and his woman is one of the best presentations of a nascent adolescent affair in the whole of cinema - every attempt to pursue a cultural or improving agenda collapses into another bout of rumpy-pumpy. The final joke is a great one - a place in civilisation is another tree house in the jungle and we realise that what has been satirised throughout is not a false ideal which is practised in the jungle but in our own backward and undeveloped urban lives.