When I was bigging up 'Carry On Camping' recently I said "it is neither the best scripted nor the most inventive of the Carry On series". This one might be. The regulars are given characters which suit them beautifully and the occasional players integrate beautifully- especially Roy Castle (or Roy Fucking Castle as I will always remember him since hearing it on 'Bottom' when I was far more impressionable than I am now) who is a straight-laced foil for the others to bounce off.
The plot, which acts as little more than a device to move from one gag to another, concerns the 3rd Foot in Mouth regiment in India and their reputation as 'devils in skirts'- which is debunked when Bernard Bresslaw as Bungdit Din, leader of the Burpahs, steals the woollen underwear that Charles Hawtry wore beneath his kilt. This causes a battle at the Khyber Pass (a mountain path in Wales in reality) leading the Burpahs to attack the Ambassadorial residence of Lord Sidney Ruff-Diamond, causing the famous closing battle scene. The puns are delicious and delivered with camp perfection: When the Fakir fails to entertain Kenneth Williams (the Khasi of Kalabar Rhandi Lal) he commands "Bring on the dancing girls. Get rid of this idiot!" leading to Bernard Bresslaw instructing "Fakir! Off!"; When Roy Castle instructs his men "Fire at will!" Peter Butterworth counters "Poor old Will, why do they always fire at him" and so on.
It's obvious, cheaply made, unsubtle, childish and camper than a row of tents, but it entertains me immensely. 8/10.
