An incredible snapshot of British comedy in the 1960s, where at the same time as the Carry On films there was a *checks notes* "satirical comedy film about modern art"
That great space where a comedian can use their real name and it still be clear that they're doing a character in the same vein as Buster Keaton. Also, maybe just me, but a weird insight into the vibe of the class sytem that it feels like the main joke…
