Carry On... Up the Khyber

'Carry On Up The Khyber' sees many of the usual Carry On favourites, this time in colonial India. Sid James plays Sir Sidney Ruff Diamond, head of the Third Foot and Mouth regiment located close to the Khyber Pass, whilst Kenneth Williams takes on the role of the Khasi of Kalabar, who is beginning to believe that the British might not be as invincible as previously thought.

'Carry On Up The Khyber' is a welcome change for the series as it is one of the few that's not based in the UK, but that's the only change you'll get because this film is laden with the usual Carry On double entendres and gags.

For many years, this wasn't one of my favourite Carry Ons but I've realised that it's actually one of the best. It largely benefits from being able to ridicule two cultures, namely British and Indian, and because it's set in colonial times, it allows Peter Rogers to successfully satirize the old fashioned Victorian attitudes as well as the more pertinent attitudes of the late 1960s when this was filmed.

There's no way a film like this would be made today but the humour is actually quite harmless, even endearing at times, and there are some clever one-liners too. It's a fallacy that Carry Ons were purely unintelligent, bawdy humour aimed at the brainless masses.

The amount of dryness in Up The Khyber is enough to give a man a thirst but it works particularly well. Excellent performances all round, particularly Sid James and Joan Sims, who bounce of each other so well, and Terry Scott, who was born to play Sergeant Major McNutt. Roy Castle too. I'm surprised he wasn't in more of the films.

Definitely worth a watch, whether you're new to the series or whether you've got them all on video.

As with glass, you can see straight through this movie, for what it is. Hilarious and witty, as is the talent of this huge Classic British Comedy Team.

Come on, you know deep down, they couldn't resist making a movie that rhymed with "Khyber Pass".

What a wonderful awry of comical satire and self-ridicule that Khyber Pass is. This, 1968, typical nostalgia trip from the Great Carry On team has bought us the usual Cast. We see Sidney James, as Sir Sidney-Rough Diamond and the beautiful Joan Sims as his torturous wife, Lady Joan Rough-Diamond, the very intelligent Kenneth Williams as the Rhandi Lal, the Khasi of Kalabar. Here, personally, I think that this is Bernard Bresslaw's, as Bungdit Din, best performance, his last Carry On was 1975's Carry On Behind, he passed away in June 1993, aged 59.

Without wanting to give too much away here, for you have to see Up the Khyber to appreciate the delivery of the script, ad libbing and comic simplicity that is Up the Khyber, which, excuse the pun here, carries itself off very well. Too much forewarning will only dilute the movies hilarious gags.

Not seeing Up the Khyber for many years, it was really a pleasant surprise, forgetting just how funny it is, and the combination, and their delivery, of the names of the characters. Lets face it; the absurd and totally ridiculous names of these characters are what truly make this movie.

This movie contains one of the most obvious (non) location doubles that I have ever seen. Since when has the real Khyber Pass in India looked like the green rolling hills of Wales, I mean, it's a five bar gate along a rocky green path running up Mount Snowdonia, they even put a tiny wooden sign on top, saying, "Please shut the gate". The Extras, seen at the Khyber Pass, who are dressed as local "natives" look like locals that have been paid to wear Turbans for the day, and the make up department haven't even applied make up. If it were not so funny, then it just would not be the Carry On it is. You just know too, that they must have had a great laugh trying to pull this one off. Pure admiration.

This movie shouldn't be passed over; it really is one of the best, where as Carry On Screaming was the better Produced, this is better scripted.

There is Glass and there are Diamonds, this is a Diamond of a movie.

Priceless.

1895. The British colonisation of Indian continues despite the threat posed by the Khasi of Kalabar and his loyal army of Burpers. Rebellion seems imminent when it is discovered that the feared 3rd Foot in Mouth Regiment (The Devils in Skirts) actually wear underwear under their kilts. When the Khasi receives proof of this he starts an uprising among Bungdit Din's Burgers against the British forces under Sir Sidney Ruff-Diamond. However Captain Keene leads a small group of men deep into Indian in an attempt to stop the approaching massacre.

If you hate the Carry On films with a passion then chances are you will hate this one as well. However for fans or those who enjoy the sense of humour when it works, then it is likely that you will love this film as it is one of the best of the series. The plot is very un-PC by today's standards (imagine having so many white actors playing Indians today?) but this isn't really important here. The plot is actually quite well developed for a carry on film and acts as a suitable framework for the jokes, allowing it to feel like a film rather than just a series of sketches and innuendo held together by the thinnest of threads.

The plot certainly helps but it is the strength of the script that makes this such an enjoyable film (if you can call a script full of innuendo `strong'). The film has so many really enjoyable lines that it is impossible to list them all; of course, if you don't like their breed of innuendo then you shan't like this but I do and this is as good and as honed as they got it. Lines such as `rank stupidity', `Fakir. Off', `and up yours' and `I wouldn't trust him an inch' are all well scripted and display a higher class of innuendo (if you know what I mean): even character names are good if not subtle; Ginger Hale, Bungdit Din, Jelhi, Busti and Khasi to name a few. It helps of course that the cast are so talented at this type of comedy and deliver their lines with perfect timing and perfect facial expressions and reactions. James and Williams lead the cast and are easily the best two in the whole film - they have the best lines, the best reactions and the best timing. The rest of the Carry On regulars are all very assured and delivered the material with the ability of pro's; Hawtrey, Scott, Sims, Bresslaw, Butterworth and Douglas are all very good and it is true that this is almost a who's who of British comedy of the time. Roy Castle is good but he is very much a straightman in the piece.

Overall, this is the film that those new to the Carry On series should seek out as it is one of the films where they had the best material (plot and script) as well as a full cast of very talented British comedians. It is still based on innuendo and silly gags but it is funny and enjoyable.

If you're American or British, you've probably watched some French classics, among them acclaimed comedies like "The Visitors", "Amelie" or "Dinner For Schmucks" but are you familiar with "The Charlots" or "The Seventh Company"?

These are staples of popular comedy whose appeal never crossed frontiers because of the very literalness of their popularity. So you might enjoy foreign movies from France, Sweden, Japan or Iceland and call yourself a legitimate cinephile: yet there's always an invisible barrier that can't be crossed and would keep many foreign gems in the dark except for the lucky or the perseverant type. I guess I'm one of these happy few because I just discovered the "Carry On" series and here's how it happened.

Since the beginning of the year, I've been regularly watching movies from the British Film Institute Top 100 and I was looking for one with a shorter runtime, "Carry On... Up the Khyber" had 88 minutes and after three black-and-white "kitchen-sink" dramas, I needed laughs, colors and goofiness. The opening credits convinced me that I'd made the right choice and this is my best comedic discovery since Woody Allen's "What's New Tiger Lily?". The film is outrageously funny and even if I didn't get more than half the references, I take pride for having never gone through one half-minute without a good chuckle at the very worst.

And so... what a jolly good journey in that Khyber Pass, a remote British camp in the Indian mountainside with not-so friendly neighbors from Kalabar, who could pass as Indians, Afghans or Arabs but you if you expect accuracy anywhere, I'd recommend the film's cousin "Zulu" with Michael Caine. The head governor of the province is Sir Sidney Ruff-Diamond (Sidney James), assisted by Captain Keene (Roy Castle) and Major Shorthouse (Julian Holloway) and guarding the Pass, there's the glorious Third Foot & Mouth Regiment lead by Sergeant MacNutt (Terry Scott) who notices the shameful secret of cowardly Private James Widdle (Charles Hawtrey) contradicting the very legend of the 'Devils in Skirts' regarding what they have beneath their kilts or as a matter of fact, what they don't.

Those were the British Empire glory days and it's very fitting that the military legend of the Empire where the sun never set involved the place where the moon didn't shine. And in the very context of the film, it also tells you what kind of humor it aims: right below the kilt... making it -one year before these TV shows' releases- the spiritual predecessor of "The Benny Hill Show" and "Monty Python's Flying Circus". Now, let's move back to the plot (literally).

One of the Karaban army generals Bungdit Din (the giant Bernard Bresslaw) discovers what lies under an unconscious Widdle's kilt and brings the exhibit (no pun intended) to the Khasi of Kalabar (Kenneth Williams) who is enjoying a game of polo with his daughter Princess Jelhi (Angela Douglas) and is exchanging diplomatic smiles with the governor and Lady Ruff-Diamond (Joan Sims). It's interesting that the Khasi has servants doing the sex for him and the governor and his wife are sexually frustrated so the whole exchange of gazes and salutes in pure deliberate camp still hits that right note as it can tell you what libidinous thoughts hide behind the character's minds. At that point of the film, I decided to read a little trivia and realized that "Carry On", the film I was watching was the 16th and arguably the best entry (hence its BFI inclusion) of a series that spanned more movies than James Bond. And I had never heard of it. That made the discovery all the more thrilling for I knew I was getting educated into something exclusively British.

Resuming my viewing, I got myself transported from one gag to another, from a hilarious under-the-kilt inspection to a visit incognito to Khasi's harem, the film uses every possible gags, not too much slapsticks, a lot of double entendres and a great deal of naughty naughty humor, the kind of humor where the wrong of a woman going ti another man (Lady Joan to the Khasi) is righted by many women sent to the governor who (as you might guess it) isn't too displeased for these tiffin session. This is a film where a religious man saves women from heresy by making love to them, he's Brother Belcher (Butterworth). This is a film where a girl asks which her mother is and her father says: "Foolish child! How many times do I have to tell you? She with the emerald eyes and hair of copper... and number thirty-two stamped on her back."

The film wasn't shot on location but in Pinewood studios, it didn't embarrass itself with historical accuracy, it doesn't mock Indian traditions but a certain Kiplingesque view of it, it doesn't mock cultural gaps but demonstrate that despite them, commanders from each side are enjoying the comfort of their cushy jobs and their little privileges and benefits in kind (one that goes with the term 'tiffin'). It still decides to remain British through a riveting climactic dinner scene that gives its full sense to the "stiff upper lip" spirit (an obligatory trope in any British war film) with the orchestra playing while the governor's place is being bombarded and when a fakir's severed head is served on a plate and a few bricks fall on the table, these inconveniences only meet downplayed remarks, the best one belonging to Joan Sims "I'm a little plastered".

There's something so refreshing in that era where anything could be sources of laugh. Such a film would be impossible... except maybe for the kilt gag, because... well, who's the joke's on?

This is now generally regarded as the best CARRY ON movie which,in retrospect,may not be saying that much.On the other hand,there seems to be an increasing fondness here in Britain(and perhaps even the US)for the series' persistent innuendo,cheerful vulgarity,slapstick corn,and venerable comic performers(most of whom are sadly long since gone) now nearly four decades after it's peak.Compared with much cinema gross-out humour today(as typified by the Farrelly Brothers in the US,with the UK's SEX LIVES OF THE POTATO MEN not far behind,perhaps literally!),the CARRY ON style of fun with it's saucy double entendres virtually present in every line seems oddly charming and innocent when in previous generations appeared as crude and tasteless,certainly to many weary film critics of the time.It could come across as witless and repetitive,as it certainly did in the later CARRY ON's of the 1970's(when the series finally finished),but despite the relentless puns on view here,UP THE KHYBER executes them all with an unexpected style,panache and energy,with arguably the entire series' most memorable visual gags and genuinely funny verbal one-liners.

The talented comedians on view,Sid James,Kenneth Williams,Peter Butterworth,Joan Sims,Terry Scott,Charles Hawtrey,Bernard Bresslaw,etc. are all on fine comic form throughout,handling the timing with considerable aplomb,with the farcical plot(the film's only negative point;it is never subtle,and it's attempts at satire are fleeting to say the least,probably very deliberately)about colonial conflict in India caused by British 'Devils in Skirts' not turning out in underwear oddly seeming to work rather well.It has great confidence and courage in it's convictions,and some lines and ideas("Gone For Tiffin","Fakir,Off!!",the 'Arsitarsi' tribe),and especially the dining room sequence(perhaps the funniest in the series' entire history)are the very best examples of typical lowbrow British humour.

Even the production values seem above average for the CARRY ON's,admittedly streamlined but still fairly elaborate and convincing,only faltering in it's actual depiction of the Khyber Pass itself,which is actually Snowdonia in North Wales.The film's very non-PC racial stereotyping and impersonation could be a problem for some,but may in fact add a certain extra period charm.

UP THE KHYBER represents CARRY ON humour at it's peak,preceded as it was by some of the other best efforts in the series(CLEO,SCREAMING,DOCTOR).With the arrival of the 70's,the CARRY ON's went into gradual decline from around 1973,ending in EMMANUELLE in 1978,generally recognised as the worst,before the critically-derided COLUMBUS emerged in 1992.UP THE KHYBER,however,shows us how amusing the series could be at it's best.