No element of surprise to be had with the only real hidden gem the introductory interviews. Bob Franklin kicking about out of work as the rest of the motley crew bandy about with slow irking presence. Leading the week into the scenes, all the freshness stales as the bowels void themselves on the stage for the sake of showing exactly what will happen in a game where the unknown is the primary handshake.
Jolly pip-wot jubes and jumping jacks for the 50s flashback from Julia Zemiro. Energetic and without a pause for more than the odd glance, for comedic effect obviously, a well high hitch of the pants just under the armpits. Androgynous throughout, even the declaration of gender is questionable with the plain faced absurdity of enthusiasm.
Slowly waking up to roll out of the car, Carl Barron as the race driver takes a metre for an inch and stretches the time to where the buzzer is sorely late. No want for the pit crew, not even a tank for the fuel line.
Franklin at a best with an approach of flying right into the boardroom and stemming the ensemble cast. Quick for the throwback, the blunt attack with truth and an earnest bite keeps the flavour of the water-cooler bubbling a spring of laconic verbosity. Attitude and confidence are big cups to walk with.
Flubbing out all sorts of diplomatic faux pas, Tom Gleeson is as much a political actor as the real politicians falling asleep in parliament. Losing much in the way of direction and placement, the step to is all about it takes before the Hercules on the tarmac takes a roll down the strip.
No spoilers here as the entire plot is thrown into the head long days, the wedding reception for the drunks. Barron tipping back all the flutes in lieu of playing part in the frivolities. Gleeson up in classic drag to close out the game but not to win. Between Zemiro and Franklin, they both lose out toe Barron, still nipping at the goblets.
Thursday, 21 May 2009
» Talkin' 'bout your Generation - Spare the room, spare the bed
« Thank God You're Here - The Ed Kavalee Hour
Elemunk scrambles the loose connections bouncing about the mind of Soon Van.
Feel free to ask questions on any topic. Or spend some quality killswitch time poking about reading the vintage synapses
Or maybe a torrid trail of job interviews?
Elementary Funk by Soon Van is licensed under a Creative Commons License. Feel free to read up on the scope of the copyright over the posts and photos.
SPOON!