The film features every stereotype about British holidaymakers abroad under the (Spanish) sun: the hotel is unfinished, some of the blokes are just there to get drunk and laid, nobody likes the food and everyone ends up in trouble with the local law... Not much has changed to be fair.
Most of the gang are here, Kenneth Williams is the tour leader and portrays in the usual bossy manner. Sid James is there for the sights though not of Spanish ruins but rather of Barbara Windsor. A more unusual aspect to the holiday party is a group of monks which includes Bernard Bresslaw. The best part is Peter Butterworth as the hotel manager (and much else) with Hattie Jacques playing his furious wife.
It is pretty much standard Carry on fare, sexual innuendo and ridiculous names. Most of the jokes can be seen coming a kilometre off but the film wins as it flows so well. Like sangria.
