What a disaster.
To see the CO's go from vivid, fabulously reactionary burlesques, to these crass, forlorn miseries is heartbreaking.
Troopers Connor, Bresslaw et al, even the finest comedy turns, i.e. Peter Butterworth and Joan Sims, can do nothing with this stuff - and one Jack Douglas' "Wey-e-eh!" is one too many!
The cinema run of fun absurdities - 'Spying' up to and including 'Abroad' - were now existing merely as vehicles for seeing how much of Barbara Windsor you could get past the British Board of Film Censors. The emphatic lack of nous (Talbot Rothwell gone - disaster!), thrusts this 'Laughing' and the other TV stuff (you can't 'carry on' doing something you haven't even started!) firmly into the vast purgatory of hopelessly misguided tv ventures.
To see the CO's go from vivid, fabulously reactionary burlesques, to these crass, forlorn miseries is heartbreaking.
Troopers Connor, Bresslaw et al, even the finest comedy turns, i.e. Peter Butterworth and Joan Sims, can do nothing with this stuff - and one Jack Douglas' "Wey-e-eh!" is one too many!
The cinema run of fun absurdities - 'Spying' up to and including 'Abroad' - were now existing merely as vehicles for seeing how much of Barbara Windsor you could get past the British Board of Film Censors. The emphatic lack of nous (Talbot Rothwell gone - disaster!), thrusts this 'Laughing' and the other TV stuff (you can't 'carry on' doing something you haven't even started!) firmly into the vast purgatory of hopelessly misguided tv ventures.
