Thursday, November 30, 2006
TNC 4: Soap's on second
With the Coopers, the open span of blinding light is what makes for the entrance through doors past the 3D. A suburban shift for the code cracking and the very concept of telescoping the chisel walks on a wavy bend of light.
First of three and the level three lavatories are quite the act. Proximity of the urinal to the door certainly a marker on the backside. Walk ins making the back shift to escape the clip. All a mind game. Day of the second and the soap dispenser dispensers no more. Dry, and exhausted with nothing to be found and no idea on soapish replenishment.
Quick pass and the disparity lies in there being two female toilets. Second and the first. Day of the second and the first is the source of the secondary soap. What with the doors wide open gaping for all and hiding no one, the ease is just apparent.
Third on and the landing spot discovery shows up the second for the males. Matches in number, no conspiracy to shove all the blokes into the one against the two. Quieter and with less feet than of the first on the second. Solution to the temporary shortage on soap squeezes out.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Remnants of a meltdown madness
Three weeks after the strain of staying long and hard for six of ten hours on the Madman 10th anniversary sale and the goods come through. Intermittent breaks in the night quit midway for firing to keep on long enough to shatter the nap into the early, early morning of the tail end. Chaos reigns as the meltdown infuriates the swarms flocking to pick a disc on the sleepy cheap.
For the wait that never seems short enough, Ninja Scroll, In Search of Mozart and Godzilla. A fine booty haul for the pleasure visual.
Most certainly to now join the ranks of others only bearing the sheer distinction of being the rare few to make it in after an actual purchase. Distinct status indeed.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
BTC 39: Crossover event
Random is not random where the titles crossover on the same week and the month lays it out in the river of their destiny. Three different points of view, three different titles and the execution sparks a shot of light in the brain. Amazing Spider-Man #536, Punisher War Journal #1 and Civil War #5, shuffling pages between duties of the day.
Trade dress and the now months long debate of the ongoing battle of the sides certainly not pressuring a push to pick the entire front line up from the rubble.
Appreciation melts into sugary cupcakes of splatter as one, two and three delve and dovetail between and around each other. One feeling as whole as possibly can be. Two making a handshake that meets in the middle. Three in the ring and the entire chaos of the Civil War shatters a round to make an exciting time to fold for a moment into the blackhole that is feeding the curiosity of knowing just what everyone else is thinking.
Only for a day, even if the taste is relit for a flicker.
Friday, November 24, 2006
The Prestige
Take a morning session and miss that on a guess. Miss an early matinee session on account of miscalculating the midday trains. Finally come up good on the late afternoon and the cinema is thankfully fairly quiet. Save for the screaming baby running in an out in a pram.
Christopher Nolan, Christian Bale, Hugh Jackman, Michael Caine and Scarlett Johansson. With all these names and a setting of the late 19th century with a twist of magic and illusion, it was never really going to disappoint. With a bit of David Bowie and Andy Serkis, it was hard seeing how it could.
Fruitfully, the entire tapestry and ragged feel of the environment is a stunning work of visual coarseness that rubs smooth despite the blood on the hands. Londoners all round for the flavour, the accents are a treat to listen to, the city and the ambience ringing as true as the skill in their deftness.
Disturbing is the sensation on walking out after the final and the close. A run and duel of two magicians at the top of their game and the lengths they will go to to be the best and prove the other worthless. Stunning in its duplicity, the heart and mind are shivering in its wake.
Power Rangers: Time Force - Future imperfect
Feed too much into the hysteria and swerving away from the crash that is the early morning vigil takes more than the road tolls. Talk is spreading and the levels start to wobble like the waves sent from the radiating box with speaking faces and walking arms they call the television.
The Time Shadow
Breaking in with dusty junk, the opener runs at being an essential throwaway. Can't have one without the other. Seeds of time start laying down from funky offbeat mysteries. Such as the reasoning behind the Raimei itself and how on earth running around with blades or swords for hands isn't the norm. Really, as the Time Shadow Megazord shows, it should be de rigueur. Then again, different zords for different fights. These Time Force Power Rangers must be super human from all the attacks they take up.Future Unknown
Frax gets his groove on as Katie, out of nowhere, brings up the whole situation on what kind of future will remain as the Power Rangers hang about in the year 2001. Ramifications, the ripple in the space-time and it's all about the time travelling paradox. A soul scratching journey into whether or not the future is worth fighting for when the present that is being protected affects that concerned future and any events in the present will inevitably alter the past events known to the future. Of course, anomalies within the timeline itself are ignored as the whole point of making something existence apparently isn't reliant on it being feasible. Like pulling a dead canary out of the shoe.Thursday, November 23, 2006
MOY 32: Strangers with candy
Too close to the orbits of others and the slingshot is a very delicate manoeuvre in flinging far across the right. Work it sporadically steady and shoot for the dark side of the moon.
Four days looking into the end of the year and hopefully with a cut out to offset the rest of the time. Fingers dance faster and faster picking up the style and channeling the spirit of leaving post haste. Drinks and glasses crinkle in contact, the lights are low, the stereo accommodating of tribal music and the guests start on in on the walk on out.
Greek spread on the ping pong table set a day earlier mingles the floor. Talks involve possibly something Korean and Vietnamese, still anything that resembles food of a different culture. All too comfortable and speaking to faces is enough to render the trace of a ghost leaving its mark unseen and moving away from the light of conversation.
Joviality on the end of the year is setting in and the sideways dash to exit is never close enough where some stranges know names.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Paltry fumigation for a morning quick dash
Red fines on the legs, sketchy feelers of curious trails of ants and their penchant for sticking around. Turn, turn around and down amongst the fibres. Spots of dots move about looking to crack a hatch. Along one box, and down into the corner, they congregate for the morning and over from the night before.
Rats and mice cannot die when the ants feast upon their poison. Two sources and no answers for the questions.
Disappearing into the discolouration of the recycling box, the stain of sticky sugary residue is all that is needed to force out the cyclonic air. Ratcheting the back and forth to double up on the tasks, the shake down of dust breaks out the insect invasion. Like eating a gobstobber exploding with tiny spiders, the smell burns that hint of fake acid rain.
Not never enough to just stun them with the spinning vacuum air. Really rubbing it in to them with the face of a train ticket is what's needed. One clue that perhaps spending time dripping in the morning against the mere sight of disruption flows on and makes the early bird wish for more than just the morning of the day.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Afternoon mayhem into an indefinite descent
Indefinitely is, apparently, not much longer than the self-expiration considered at the box office season run. Case the point of making the oft-delayed venture toward the city in order to pick up a prize. One week and then another, it piles up with the day staying the same and the month casting off its pumpkin face.
Name a date and into the future of a month, that's one too long for the intended souvenir item to stand in the heat of others taking in the waves. A kind of suburban mayhem falls into a descent as replacement makes for a switch that adds a new card to the pile.
Either and all the same, never was the intent on cashing in the cashless at the box office.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Kings drag on Dragons
Shane Heal back in the Kingdome, this time on the other team and playing against a side of Kings where the moustache is highly prominent on quite a few of them. The boos so very expected for the return of the Hammer. Bright city lights and all that blinds from watching the game facing the side with the flashing billboards.
Out from the tip and through the three other quarters to follow, shocking is the dynamics of the atmosphere beading from the surface of the court. A veritable blah feeling as both the Kings and the Dragons take each other on in a sided battle against each other.
Three point bombs from the perimeter par for the Heal Hammer of course and the Kings weren't without letting their men take such a similar strike. Driving this effects loses a lot of the energetic quality, not to mention the fact that without a heavy flow on of drives to the basket, it's a touchy-feely experience.
Terribly lacklustre. Even the half-time entertainment of talking heads about players selected into "The Ultimate Kings Team" was signal enough. Bible-bashing was most prevalent in the interim lulls with the nod toward the post-game entertainment.
Kings 92 - South Dragons 88 in overtime.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
BTC 38: swanky italian birthday xxi
Switch on a slick mix and milk it five times across the day. Every stop at the end of track 21 with Jorge Drexler and another nudge of the play button.
Coming up more than once, the repeat function on the stereo doesn't come up with a factoring in a clue with the movement of the short shorts and such throughout the day. Legs on legs, the shuffle over the carpet runs a straight line with the soundtrack of the day bothering not a soul and entertaining the general consensus.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Power Rangers: Time Force - Personnel issues
Never for in the hopes of looking to sweep in an early sleep, the pull of Power Rangers is too great. With the heat on the summer from the spring making the decision a whole lot easier, there is nothing left to debate. Even as the eyes rip another line to bleed some more, there isn't anything right now but to wait as the collective forces deliver unto the greatness of cheese in summation.
Short-Circuted
All about the Xybrian Trip and his connection with that flappy robotic owl. Or some sort of bird, never quite sure from the metallic plumage. It's genus is very dubious and its sex ever more so. Throw away intro scene is enough to ponder the existence of itself save for the fact that the lingering notion seeds itself later on with Nadira's hatch. She of the fast change without the need for graphic overlays and still stunning hot pink wig. She also of the short-sightedness and inability of jump ahead and make things a whole lot easier for herself. Alas, the ability to foresee solutions isn't available to everyone. And so, seeing people step in do is how future watchers spend micro parts of their day.Jen's Revenge
Payback's the name of the game and duplicity is the tool which cranks open the crate. Jen flying backward and shooting both guns ablazin'? Oh, that's just genius right there, a style of action shot that is all too common in the big names, not so much in the smaller ponds. Too long in the heat of the thought of it and the desire to kill and outright mention the word "death" pulses strong in this one. A very delicate trip down the line of what evil lurks beneath the soul. All to close out with a bit of the funkiest cheese ever to be seen.Second in as many, the zords pull out their cyclone defence. An attack which appears to be nothing more than a stunning offence. Stunning in its... then again, that is the rule of a defence to offence.
Atlantis under one third of a Siege
Off the blast of the explosive final episode of season 9 of SG-1, the return, long-awaited, of Stargate Atlantis. And, over the course of waiting months and months on end with no season reason in sight, a feeling undeniable of missing one third of a three part story.
With Atlantis under siege, the Wraith all over the city and pressing down further than a loose apricot in a fruit salad, the events are too jarring to consider this the logical continuation of the previous outing.
Full on action, intensity that presses the face against the breastbone in a rather awkward fashion and the let up is well beyond the case of a commercial break.
Nevertheless, no amount of cuts and edits of an unseen episode is enough to assuage the core to fill up an empty ZPM.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Dawn is when sleep takes a rest
And prime time to slip into the world of comics. Another dose, another hit, another few taken from the ever mighty pile and pushed over into done. In the interim, with a grapes to mull over, the curious scratch of knowing not of when or where a chapter break falls in the red California dust. Enough to start the wait for the train to Ingleside, where the expanse of land awaits a prayer or two.
Spider-Girl #99
Penultimate issue of the first volume and the read still sounds like day one. At least in terms of tone and set up for the swing into the second and subsequent pages. Clear enough, it jumps in straight without the necessary read of previous to manage a cliffhanger that's tightly foreshadowed. Shame then that filing reveals an unread #98 in the order, one step back before the end.Ultimate Spider-Man #95
Vampires like no other, and Blade pops in and runs off looking like Blade from any other incarnation. Tough nuts and strong of will, the kind of Daywalker that won't back down in the heat of a fangy battle. Fangs for the memories and the side line issue of MJ and Peter is all that boils the blood. Walk off and cool down, mate. More time apart is in the cards. Or play another game entirely in the meantime. Battleship perhaps.Wonder Woman #1
Wonder Woman after supposed Wonder Woman flit the scene and all this history of Diana Prince to keep track of it's a wonder things are as milky clear as they are. Superb lines keep the fitness of this Amazonian in the highest of orders. A full figured woman who knows how to handle herself even when she's not even herself and instead someone else trying to be herself. Such an issue of identity, it may not even be what it's really all about.Tuesday, November 14, 2006
MOY 31: Waning effects of beat red eyes
Drowsy in a haze of soft tissue, melting away underneath the eyelids. Back in among the jungle and the entire body courses with screams to walk back out again and just face another day inside. Or outside. Anywhere outside this inside.
Where the people continue to shift about, reception falls into accounts and new faces roam about the floor.
Raw stretch of veins pull back all the energy to keep them merely open long enough to stave off hitting the fake wood that makes the kidney desk. Faking a stride with a break in the leg to shake off the after-effects of a psychosomatic hang over occupies the mind enough to sustain the hold long enough into the afternoon where the sun still shines through.
Siren calls of the door slam quiet with their continued frequency. From reports of a break-in earlier in the week, forty-seven seconds is all it takes to coast and clear out the goods. Quickly in and quickly out. They knew what they were doing and how to best run the course.
Through the jump back and forth in time on various lines, things just don't move quick enough at a day crawl.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
BTC 37: Following Howard the Duck
Sounds and noise of a marching formation walk up George street to the John Edmondson VC Memorial Club. Skinny, skinny legs of a brunette that could fracture against the wind cross the road from behind the flanks. A blazer sits down and gets rather comfortable mooching, saddling in for a long read. No lending library to be had, just a boot for the freeloader.
Distraction, diversion and a dalliance in dancing down to doubling up. More than several Howard the Duck back issues sit up, out and ever so enticing. Even with the black and white Essential volume ready and waiting for a read, the desire craves and crumbles any hold.
And after a quick and simple exchange begins the head into another series to track down in its original presentation entirety.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Power Rangers: Time Force - Problem solvers
Shattering sense of the unknown and a fear that there isn't any hope for the universe on the close of Stargate SG-1. Stranding out in space, the floating on feeling is enough to leave the reeling ricketing a rocket. Damn the Ori! For they lay down unbelievers, fearful they are of any slight against their supposed one holy trueness. Pluralism? The Book of Origin isn't that accommodating.
Nevertheless, the Power Rangers are here to save the day. But only after the crashed wreck of an oceanic flight.
A Blue Streak
Blue Ranger Lucas all the way, baby! A racing champion from the future, he's one slick man. Not slick enough to beat a driving test yet slick enough to not land in gaol (never mind how that was even possible). It's incomprehensible as the mix and flow of the logic sprawls out flat in the midnight sun. Before letting things get any further with the head scratching, Yellow Ranger Katie asks the question that needs to be asked. Just why do they have to keep sending those zords back to the future every time?Logical and well explained by the robot owl. Not so when they crank out the fat patrol bikes, swarming to full size in the confines of the clock tower. The Ranger outfits are tough knuckles for the wear and tear action they see. Like flying off a bike and skidding the asphalt. Not content with the amount of engine revving, they unleash upon the mutant villains their carnal love for guns. Massive up in the doom when they join forces and produce the Vortex Blaster. Magnificent beast of a cannon, it literally takes all five Rangers to operate. Easy on the kick back. Guns, fast cars, bikes, it's all extreme, honey.
A Parting of Ways
An opening fight scene that starts and goes nowhere, and it's a continuing issue of money. Anything to get a mutant in with a mohawk. Nadira loves to crave the bank notes. Even going so far as to freak kids out with a monster that has a floating head.Now, if guns alone can't always save the day, as they were blasting crazy in the previous, look toward martial arts in a warehouse. Back to basics and the kids just love their Rangers, already calling them out by their colours. It's fandom from a school bus, kids, don't deny it.
Glorious spare change to see the megazord blue-mode win instead of the red. Hopefully they'll throw in some more victories for the other modes instead of defaulting for red-mode to save the day. Team work after all means sharing the load. A sense of right closes things out and we have a team united under the pressure of money. Lovely how the episodes work around a theme with justice as a soundtrack.
Thursday, November 9, 2006
Thank God You're Here - Cup finale
Strike it up on the pre show intros and with five on for the finale, the four guests hold long comfortably out front as Hamish Blake waddles out to slather on more make up over the prosthetic face. Zingers fly and Tony Martin hits the current stage of affairs of milking the Lano and Woodley Farewell Tour. Kids, animals and strangers on a strange whim at the precursory bit from the judge's desk.
Finding a rock, Shaun Micallef finds himself found out. Off the trail over a half a dozen kilometres from the map, he cops it sweet with a brunette to share the insides of a very accommodating bear with. Marital disruption is at a minimum while back peddling softly and finding the path of a lie that manages to stretch out well to present at least a modicum of control in the insanity.
One fat red book and it's times in the life of Julia Zemiro from a door out the back of the stage. The transformation as the scene plays out is wildly entertaining as Zemiro shies into and then dispels any hidden shots of tequila. Rubbing out Greg Evans, the streak of madness overwhelms the ensemble enough to have her coming out of a stupor to declare it all her own.
Forcing down a door, crashing through a window and a follow-up with a storming of another door and Martin gets the explosive works on his entrance. Heading a team of special tactics, it's a renovation rescue working the fear and speculation of terrorism into the mix. Straining to keep the eyes from closing from all the laughing. Negotiations run amok and ancient references top off the champagne.
Underneath all that make up, and a weak bladder to mind, Blake farts aplenty as a geriatric celebrating his 85th. Squaring off a table for a chair with and playing up dementia, just a few of the high points that shine as the performance twists and convulses with more and more to lose control of. A fine and perfect setting for conflicting opinions on just what exactly is happening.
Woodley closes out the single performances with a good rogering of his rather effeminate cabin boy. Aboard the deck of a ship, his randy and homosexually care free ways is beyond the realm of the seas. A watermark on the landing that rises and rises to gun and run the helm with the utmost of command.
Ribbing off the carcass of Survivor in a prerecorded segment, their dynamics as a group bonds well to form a nicely thick gel of comedy. Rip one, tear another and the island shakes at the mirth overflowing. Disputes and conjecture make for an effortless base of sideswipe fun.
Chaos and mayhem breaks out in the group challenge. A day at the races with the cast here, there and everywhere. Race course commentary from the likes of Micallef develops the nurturing love of playing on words. Over by a stable, Woodley takes a bareback seat upon a horse and loses the state of the matter. Zemiro, with a flute or goblet of wine in hand leans hard on the drunken drip. Martin clips a jockey and leaves the run of the race course to those otherwise facing backward. Blake sneaks through with asides by the bookies that pay well for those with ears on the wire.
Coming up with the shock and awe of losing one liberty for another, Martin wins the door prize. A crowning triumph in a night with one unusual entrance after another amidst a damn tough night to fight against.
And thus ends the second series.
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Scanning on a self serve cone
Following the directory and beware the numbers on the shops as they are of no help after a recent renovation made large. Shop 256 jumps to 456 and then a sniff of 2041 looks likely before a dead end with camisoles and peanuts. Lost, looking for a position on the map not on the map makes the reading of the map a very circular notion and motion of five or six minutes.
Wayward, a slight detour of necessity into Big W. Flicking up and through for a few pages spiral bound in one A5 configuration, and it's a trip toward the ringing of notes and folding of coins over red scanning lines.
Standing at the head before the flow, a brunette channels a few of the stragglers into field testing the new self service area. Where scanning and cashing up is now void of a clerk. Press the screen, swipe the item and pay the machine. It's the customer come server of thyself.
Quick and easy, the ordeal and relief of not having to face a face is beset by the fact that the mechanism needs to feel the inner touch of a drop inside the plastic bags waiting agape. Still stringing a lingering dependency.
It takes walking out on a limb, straight into the area that doesn't even appear, to find the branch sitting right next to the exit sign.
Suave throw down on the back rot
Chase the night away and see into the light that is the next day. They'll ask for more and only stop when death has come and gone. All eyes on the spread, the red lines take a dive into the waters where the sting is most apparent. Blink, blink, blink. Oh, blink once more.
Ex Machina Special #1
Two worlds collide and it's Mitch up against an adversary of accidental creation. Two sides of the coin, both running parallel along the side tracks and the flip spins out. Motivation gets in the way of nothing and its development sees the creation of what can only seem a grudge of wanting to break and pull down the master for the child eager to learn of the way out. Scratch the walls, this rat is looking to eye sockets for footholds.Star Wars #0 Flipbook
Throw down on the shuffle pile. Disgust at the feeling of a cheat. Of expectations gunned with a hand hanging out of the window. All limbs inside the carriage please. It's for your safety after all. Two times the taste and the Rebellion/Knights of the Old Republic double feels flat with one wheel swinging angles that make it all stale and still.Casanova #2
Giant floating head, mushy with all kinds of sickening love amour and the attraction is a head scratcher. Clones, copies and the blank vessels made to live and score a life for the person who seeks it. There's certainly a lot to take in in this issue and by golly, the back matter reiterate and double punch that fact. Yes, all those disparate thoughts and side glances come together to make one something of another. Now, to reprocess all the sandbags of the flooding.Saturday, November 4, 2006
BTC 36: Remember, remember
It all starts months ago, at the height of fervour and sweating to see what passes for time.
A nondescript delivery from the British Freight Company runs the wheels for the promotion machine of the cinematic adaptation of V for Vendetta. Open to score, a mask amid squiggly strings of paper for cushioning. Sturdy box, and the mask inside stares up.
It begs to be let out and sit upon the face. A cube for the forehead stems the eyelashes from falling off too quickly.
And so the ritual of stepping behind not once but twice on shift waters a mark. Time and again, from the old and into the new, the cast behind the eyes pops the heart of a few. Fearful and with the scene, either or and a little in between.
Offers come and offers go, but they never stick around to fork over the dough. No sale, no sale, no sale.
Blind and sippy are times when the heat of air races past and crash into the walls. Techniques to breathe through the ears not coming up to scratch. Never fear, they'll all hear, it's just a case of looking forward backwards.
Alas, everything comes to an end and with November 5 over the break of midnight, no better time to rest out the mask holding out the face.
All before a crack appears.
Out again perhaps once more this time each year.
Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...
Friday, November 3, 2006
Power Rangers: Time Force
Wire out the night and sit on the perch waiting for the next instalment of the best series to ever hit the afternoon in a long time. Sadly, it's not the afternoon but the dead of morning. An hour and a half past midnight when all the otherwise loose change insomniacs are calling in for one type of phone scam or another. Fake sleepy knock out on the second of the series and who knows just what unfolds between the first and third. Nevertheless, three and four follow on in the same schedule, things are looking set to repeat a pattern. Albeit five years out of date.
Something to Fight For
Wes knows how to fight, but from what Jen is on about, it's not clear if he can handle the responsibility of being a member of the Time Force. Teamwork is all about trust and thrusting the rookie player up at the front of the court is dubious. Of course, in the past of the future, a cloud rider never needs more than one second for a lesson. First battle with the mutants using the zords and from the looks of it, the future doesn't warm too kindly to killing if they can shrink the perps like the city of Kandor.Ransik Lives
Big bad back story, a fit crew of Cyclobots running about what did look a gym and the Rangers find for themselves a part time job to cover their hides. One episode that feels the full force of character development. Rich tapestry within, the very notion of idle time is not without a good fight scene between a mutant and the zords. From his own tortured tale, it's a hard thing to believe that Ransik can't find some way toward redemption or rehabilitation. Trip's naivety shines brightly once again.Thursday, November 2, 2006
Thank God You're Here - Election time
Rub the elbows for it's going to be another warm end to the point where the arm bends. One more to go after this and that's it for the second season. Nice note about the one single dance move from Russell Coight on what it takes to be in a boy band. All about that hoop.
Glenn Robbins disappears first behind the back and it's because of the elaborate need to whip up a costume. Out then to walk with a surly nature underneath his Santa costume. Out from the bottle and this Santa's wicked one. Sexually discharging all over the place, Robbins works the magic that is tried and true, innuendo. Though, for what works for the grand part dissolves at the point of cussing.
Look forward toward rehashing an entry point and that's Matthew Newtown. Again with a crash, only this time a plane for a car. Juvenile, the expanse of the trip stretches to include a period and bit of shouting. Working the survivors to little of the con, an ensemble cast member, Ed Kavalee, takes over the second half as Newtown hits on the brunette.
Don Burke pops out of the shadows to lend some face time. As the expert in the game, he's walking around their homes and backyard. Obviously lying like the players they are, it's a put with their skills to double unconvince Burke of his speciality. Fine line and they walk it right into snickers.
Merrick Watts looks like a bus driver, yet serves the scene instead as a teacher talking to a pair of concerned parents. His attacks are smart and well thought, the case and point runs a logically hazy path. It's juvenile, but serves the segment, and the closer is tight for the presentation.
Jo Stanley looks across toward the music journalist, and he's forgetful features large in the bit. Another soap star turned singer and the opportunity to shred the lie is easy going. Raw and uncut they are, but the twist in on and at the end, Mark "Touchdown dabigiditydoboo" Holden walks in to steal the rest of the segment.
Throw them all into the night of an election coverage and its the final act. Two for two on the main desk and Robbins losing track of his character's name shoots up the funny, scaling up after the down of blanking for a soft cuss. Clearly the other comedy failsafe is to fall drunk and Newtown picks up a glass to slide the easement. Stanley goes troppo and looks set for a nice pick up, though it's not enough.
Newtown takes the night.
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