Confessions d'un moniteur d'auto-école

Worst confessions of the series unfunny and quite boring.

Askwith and Booth attempt to run a driving school after their failed attempt at being pop stars.

The humour Is forced and unfunny the acting by all concerned is bad.

More than that the stereotypes of the posh middle class twits are infuriatingly smug and boorish.

Played by two very talented men named Windsor Davies from it ain't half hot mum and George Layton overact unhealthily.

Even the sex scenes aren't very erotic this time.

Awful avoid like the plague.

"He's a sex maniac Mr Truscott, a sex maniac!" Young randy Timothy Lee and his brother-in-law Sid open up a driving school, the young lady learners can't take their hands off Tim's gear stick (pun intended, ha, ha!). They have a rivalry with a far more established and neighbouring school, owned by kilt wearing Scotsman Mr Truscott. I did not watch the "Confessions" movies in sequence but this is now my final review of them, I enjoyed "Window Cleaner" but was not very impressed with either "Pop Performer" or "Holiday Camp". This, the third movie in the series, is easily the best of the three sequels in my eyes, and probably the only one that I'd care to watch again. The always likeable Robin Askwith is back as Timmy but it is Windsor Davies as Truscott that gets my vote for best character in this film. As with the other entries expect much "Carry On" style farcical comedy but with more sex and nudity. Askwith gets naked with a number of attractive women but it is always very brief and played for laughs as opposed to pornography. Some of the comedy is just plain silly but there were a few funny laugh out loud moments too. The final part of the plot has an hilarious rugby match followed by a car chase, the film does contain some good stunts (and not just during this final part). As someone with an interest in old classics I loved seeing all the vehicles from the period. There is not much swearing to be heard but expect some language that would now be considered politically incorrect. On a trivia note Lewis Collins, who went on to gain fame in the British TV series "The Professionals", plays one of the rugby players. I have scored this 7/10, same as Window, but if I could I'd give it 6.5.

CONFESSIONS OF A DRIVING INSTRUCTOR is the third of the CONFESSIONS series, which start out with the surprisingly enjoyable CONFESSIONS OF A WINDOW CLEANER. Sadly, this film is far from enjoyable: it's saddled with a rubbish script, peppered with dumb jokes and scenarios which simply rehash those that have come before.

The main cast are all present and correct, but it really is a case of ever decreasing circles this time around. Robin Askwith tries his best as a cheeky chappy whose attempts at the titular career get him embroiled in all manner of sexual shenanigans, but his schtick is wearing thin by now. Anthony Booth is relegated to the sidelines, and Bill Maynard barely gets a cameo.

Better are Windsor Davies as the villain of the piece and George Layton as his gloriously un-PC sidekick Bender, who ends up being the butt of some homophobic humour. The film also includes an early role for Lynda Bellingham as the film's romantic interest, although her performance is hardly great; better are veteran players Liz Fraser and Irene Handl who have some funny scenes between them. Sadly, such effective moments of humour are few and far between in what is overall a lacklustre movie.

Despite having a good cast the film is let down by an abysmal script although I enjoyed some of the jokes it is not a film I would recommend to anyone. Robin Askwith in my opinion could have done alot better but was wasted in the confessions series and why the likes of Windsor Davies and John Le Mesuier appeared is beyond me as both had careers at the time.

The Brothers embark on a new business, after previous failed attempts, they're now running a driving school, but things don't quite go to plan.

Of its time, I can think of nothing more appropriate to say about it, at times it's an amusing look at 70's Britain, at times it's dismally written hogwash. People often compare this series to the Carry ons, I wouldn't say they're in the same league. I think it could perhaps be the best of The Confessions movies.

Some of the jokes land so badly, we have spinning wing mirrors and jumping out filing cabinets, humour that hasn't aged well (was it funny in 1976?)

There are some funny moments however, courtesy of the likes of the wonderful Irene Handl, she's great as always. I also thought Windsor Davies was pretty funny, always baffled me to see him with a Scottish accent.

Star of the show is the glamorous and glorious Liz Fraser, who's perhaps wasted here, that figure is jaw dropping.

Expect several nude scenes, you'll get full frontal, and more of Robin Askwith's bottom than you can deal with.

6/10.