Les cinglés partent en safari

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.

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).

An okay film, not that funny really other than how you just can't believe what they could get away with back then. There isn't so much a story but a series of scenes, in typical fashion at one point everyone ends up in the wrong bed and so on. The film begins in the jungle mostly with a series of gags about the men and even a gorilla trying to catch a sight of the women on the expedition taking a shower. It's also introduced that there's some Tarzan like man who walks around in a giant nappy unable to speak any English. More misunderstandings and jealousy ensues. All this takes about 45 minutes to happen and the jokes are pretty laboured and just keep going on too long. The production design is pretty basic but that just adds to the comedy. The group are taken captive by a nearby tribe who want to put them all in their village cooking pot but are then rescheduled by some scantily clad young women from another nearby village. Things go on a bit longer and then it all kind of ends happily for everyone. The film has a few funny bits but misses lots of the comedy from Barbara Windsor and Kenneth Williams. Perhaps these went on a little too long. Still the fact they were willing to have some fun and do some of the things they did in this film is feels pretty fresh today. Again this isn't supposed to be anything other than a comedy.

The jokes keep coming, in true Carry On fashion, and most of them stand the test of time, even after all these years.

Loads of great moments. Joan Sims's performance as Lady Bagley is particularly memorable in the sequence where she gets a snake up her dress. Plenty of Carry On knob-gags, a wonderful mating ritual (Tonka! Tonka! Stick it up your honka!), and lots of lovely ladies.

Frankie Howerd is on fine form, camping it up like nobody's business. Sid guffaws his way through the proceedings and, more than halfway through, there's a whole new lease of life with the sudden and unexpected appearance of Charlie Hawtrey. Even Terry Scott's aggravating and not-particularly-funny Jungle Boy doesn't grate too much, as the whole film is full of such energy and fun that he barely even registers.

One of the very best of the Carry Ons. Some people may not feel this is a glowing compliment!

The African jungle, and Lady Bagley is part of an expedition to hopefully find her long lost son who disappeared years before, along with her thought to be dead husband. However this is no ordinary trip, Professor Tinkle is searching for the rare Oozalum bird and expedition leader William Boosey well and truly lives up to his surname. Not only are there problems in the camp, outside is numerous other dangers. Wild beasts, wild men and tribes unheard of by human ears before.

1970 saw the Carry On team begin the decade with one of the better offerings in the franchise. Boosted by the returning Frankie Howerd and Terry Scott to join Messrs James, Hawtrey, Sims, Connor and Bresslaw, Carry On Up The Jungle sticks close to the cheeky formula that had worked in the better series entries previously (think Carry On Up The Kyber from 1968). Originally intended to be called Carry On Tarzan (the idea was scrapped for legal reasons), "Jungle" plonks a load of British odd balls in the jungle and invite us to observe how they cope. Which of course we know is not going to be very well at all. Terry Scott steals the film as a blundering Tarzan type (a role apparently turned down by Jim Dale), whilst Howerd and James get maximum humour from their polar opposite characters.

With a simple plot and carrying the series innuendo trademarks on its snake bitten ... ahem, Carry On Up the Jungle is a charmingly funny series entry. 7/10