With Carry On Jack, the series seems to take a cautious step back on track. We are back in color (thankfully), dialed-down considerably on politics, and for the first time in period costume. Of the regulars we have only Kenneth Williams, Charles Hawtrey, and and Jim Dale — and Dale only for a scene or two. Fortunately, the starring cast is rounded out capably by Bernard Cribbins (who will be very familiar to 21st Century Doctor Who fans and 20th Century Doctor Who completists) and Juliet Mills, older sister of Disney star Hayley Mills.
Note: an earlier draft of this was previously posted on Facebook.
Yesterday on my Facebook feed I posted an explainer article on Clinton’s emails. A lot of you liked it. A handful of people did not.
You know the type. They pat themselves on the back for ignoring mainstream professional sources and reading fantasy conservative clickbait only slightly less transparent than that Nigerian Prince who needs your checking account number. If you post politically moderate to liberal stuff on Facebook you probably have your own regular delusional deplorables.
As threatened, I have taken a short break from Carry On movies. Even watching them at a rate of one or two a week is a fair clip. Not that they aren’t fun. But a little goes a long way.
In the interim here’s the kind of stuff I’ve been watching.
Yesterday on Facebook I saw someone say something along the lines of “Democrats try to hurry change, Republicans stand in the way, but things change at their own pace.”
No; things change because people change them. Just to pick an example: men would never have gotten together on their own and said “hey, let’s give women the right to vote.” Behind every major social change there are brave, hard-working people willing to push.
An occupational hazard with watching these old movies is that sometimes the world has moved on so far that the very premise seems wrong. Of course, it was a very different world in 1963, what with the George Wallacing, the whites-only hotels, iconic MLK speeches, and a Presidential assassination. The Beatles released their first album and Sylvia Plath committed suicide. (The two events are presumably unrelated.)
I didn’t watch the debate on Monday. Instead I watched the final Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode from their Comedy Central run: Laserblast. It’s a Charles Band film and cheerfully entertaining in its own right, and then MST3K ended the series (they thought) with an elaborately staged spoof of Kubrick’s 2001. Actually, the episode is online. Just take ninety minutes and watch the whole thing.
Might as well; the rest of this post is about politics.