"Carry on Tarzan" or "Carry on Solomon doesn't mind"? I was never a fan of Frankie Howerd's rather unsubtle form of humour, and I found that when he appeared in these, he tended to upstage the rather gentler (though just as seedy) humour that emanated from Messrs. James, Hawtrey et al. This time around, the diamond wearing Joan Sims' "Lady Bagley" is mounting a jungle expedition to see if her long-lost baby really ended up in the belly of a crocodile alongside her husband. Meantime, a loincloth clad Terry Scott is marauding the jungle swinging from tree to tree... Might he be the one? Might she still want to know if he is? This isn't really very good. Howerd dominates with his birdwatching "Prof. Tinkle" and he rather subsumes James's dipso expedition leader "Boosey", Sims and a rather daft performance from Hawtrey's "Tonka" (trucks not chocolate?). Bernard Bresslaw is quite entertaining as their local guide "Upsidaisi" and the dialogue is the usual fayre of rhyming slang and nudge, nudge, wink, wink.... It struggles to sustain it's initial momentum, I felt, and relied too much on a star that I just didn't rate, so sorry - not that great.
