Film

Up the Front

Name: Up the Front
Genre: Comedy
Released: 1972
Cast: Frankie Howerd, Hermione Baddeley, Robert Coote, Bill Fraser, Lance Percival

Comedy
Light-hearted

A 1972 British comedy where Frankie Howerd plays a cowardly conscript hypnotised into bravery during World War I. Stuffed with music-hall sass, double entendre, and fourth-wall breaks, it's knockabout farce for audiences who love Carry On-style humour: irreverent, knowingly cheap, unapologetically bawdy. Perfect if you think restraint is the enemy of fun.

TMDb rating

2.2

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