Carnaby, M.D.

Having watched this again recently after many years, I was pleasantly surprised. It was silly and good natured with some genuine laughs.

Headed by the generally under rated Leslie Phillips and with some amusing support turns by Fenella Fielding and Arthur Haynes. The latter was said to be a huge radio and TV star of the time, but now almost totally forgotten. Worth noting also the catchy Kiki Dee theme song.

Ok it is formulaic and wouldn't make anyone's greatest film lists, but it left me with a smile on my face and sometimes that is good enough.

By this time the Doctor films were using the Carry-On scripts. It's all very familiar and features a lot of Carry-On regulars, including Terry Scott as a gay hairdresser. The series had also lost the edge of the original Bogarde films, this being very much more slapstick. It's nice to see Robertson Justice reprising his role, but his character has now become a parady figure of fun. The popular "swinging sixties" element gets into the film here as there is references to Carnaby Street and girls in mini-skirts, coupled with a repetitive pop tune of the era. Leslie Phillips is good though and settles into the role of a charming, but bungling cad with ease. I would like to know why during the end credits the film suddenly goes into rewind. It strikes me as very odd.

The sixth movie in the long-running "Doctor" comedy series sees the format begin to show it's age. The series, which had by now ran for over twelve years has now more or less lost it's direction. In place of Dirk Bogarde's Simon Sparrow we have Leslie Phillips,who does his best with a script which abandons the wit of the earlier movies and replaces it with second-rate slapstick.

Once again James Robertson Justice's Lancalot Spratt is the main reason to watch this movie, but the sub-plot (Spratt clashes with Matron Joan Sims, over his pet parrot)is possibly the weakest of the series and JRJ has all too few scenes.

Compared to the Carry On's which were now hitting their peak, this movie seems jaded, lacking laughs as well as looking cheap. It's watchable enough, thanks to the efforts of the cast, but should have been far funnier.

After a stint as a prison doctor, Leslie Phillips returns to eying the lovely nurses under the watchful eye of James Robertson Justice, and the disapproving eye of the new head matron, Joan Sims. Besides lusting after the gorgeous Elizabeth Ercy -- she insists at 36, he's too old -- he hopes to be promoted to take the place of a departing senior staff. So does his cousin, John Fraser.

The sixth of the series that began with DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE shows signs of flagging with its episodic nature and broader comedy. In any case, there are some pleasant smiles available, a cast of comedy professionals that includes half of the regular players of the Carry On films, and it's always fun to watch Justice perform his signature role of Sir Lancelot Sprat.

Doctor in the House was released in 1954 and promptly became the start of a franchise of Brit comedy films. The quality and standard of each film, a total of seven, varies and will always be a subject of debate among fans. Clover, the 6th offering, isn't particularly great, and minus series regular Dirk Bogarde, it is often painted as the runt of the litter. Yet there are some strengths worthy of time spent with the pic to save it from sequel damnation.

Leslie Phillips fronts up as the focal point, he's a randy doctor who as he attempts to go about his fanciful Lothario ways, becomes acutely aware of his advancing years, cue his attempts at looking young. James Robertson Justice is still on hand as the boisterous Sir Lancelot Spratt, while Joan Sims, Fenella Fielding, Arthur Haynes, Shirley Anne Field and John Fraser are filing in for some daft medical shenanigans.

It's a bit "Carry On" lite, at times feeling like it's trying to be more risqué than is possible. Yet Fielding and Haynes are super as strong personality patients, Phillips carries the movie with ease, while Justice cuts lose from the gruff persona - to see him have fun courtesy of a dubious serum plot line. Nobody's idea of a British classic, for sure, but fun enough with a G&T on a Sunday afternoon. 6/10