Discussions on another forum led me to think the “Confessions…” movies warrant a far more serious exegesis as to the decline and fall of British popular entertainment. These unfunny sex comedies with insufficient sex or comedy, but a plethora of 70s signifiers of mediocrity and light entertainment stars on the way down as witless shit is on the way up (excuse me) are spectacularly the insight into music festivals shown by “Carry On Camping” or Freddie Starr (whatever happened to him, then?) doing his Mick Jagger impression. I recall trying to watch an “On the Buses” movie for 70s retro amusement. i lasted 10 minutes, and I have a strong stomach for this sort of thing. So what of this genre of entertainment still (or ever) “holds it’s own” (hurr). I anticipate a torrent of innuendos and puerile smutty lines along with the semiotics (steady on) here. I reckon being embarrassed by this stuff helped ease through (hah!) our version of PC in the post-punk years. Benny Hill was rarely funny: it was Bob Todd and Rita Webb (or maybe the short bald bloke being hit on the head) that were.
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