the emphasis is on school-boy humour, but doesn't dive into smut in the way that the 1970's films do...

Even with such an unrelenting onslaught of absurdities, few are memorable or inspire genuine belly-laughs.

Most of the players have their moments, although these are perhaps too few for some old stalwarts like Joan Sims. Amanda Barrie, however, as a comically suburban Cleo makes a worthy addition to the team.

A pretty paranoid Caesar (Kenneth Williams) is anything but the hero of legend. Luckily, he has the brave "Hengist" (Kenneth Connor) to protect him. He is a captured Briton who has sworn to protect his master - except, well, it's a bit of mistaken identity and he's really just an useless inventor who is even more yellow than his boss. Conspiracies abound at the court of the eponymous and flirtatious, milk-bathing, queen (Amanda Barrie) and with Mark Antony (Sid James), Agrippa (Francis De Wolff) and Seneca (Charles Hawtrey) all plotting away to stay alive, take control of the empire, seduce anyone/everyone - it's an ideal courtly scenario for the gang to get up to some high jinx. "Infamy, infamy - the've all got it infamy!" has got to be one of the most famous lines in the English language and this joyful depiction of all things phnaa phnaa works well for ninety minutes. It looks good, there's some effort gone into the quite witty and clever writing, the costumes and the sets (clearly made of polystyrene). The ensemble effort delivered by the team, aided as always by the sparingly used but on-form Joan Sims as the put upon Calpurnia, reminded me of why, at times, this series of films was worth watching. Amongst the best, I'd say.