Drop shaft through the saloon doors and a flight training course that never takes off save for the actors lifting the dead fuselage by the flapping of their wings. Arj Barker flashing back to previous appearances, steadying his sway on the front of stage before the jump ball. Not too much waddle, a clearing head.
From his own monster head on the door, Barker takes the zen from a previous incarnation and settles the nerves for the night. All in the sane state of keeping it with his persona, the relaxing vibe keeps filling out the scene to where the free and contradictory love is all at an abandon.
Broad strokes in the Josh Lawson arsenal donning the trip down the submarine. Making treads through the sausage-fest, keeps the lively conversation brimming with a sharp cut of the jib. Jokes aside and then back on the scrub deck, the winch up back off the edge is killing the side wanting to suppress the laughter, but finding no reason to keep it in.
Another 3rd Degree appears as Felicity Ward rubs up the underbelly and doesn't really kick out the police investigation for the first half. But then, noticing the ever there Ed Kavalee, flicks the bouffant up more and takes the sneaky into the side dash of bringing the standing-there-doing-nothing Rebekah Foord. Who even then doesn't really know why she's in the room. Not much.
Josie Long retakes a spin and sports some shoulder pads of 80s flair to ark up in the soap to mimic other soaps. Twisting and tailing, the story line getting more ridiculous by the second, a well done sizzle on the grill let down by a flat end overcooked by the show taking its own clothes off before the water was anywhere near the shore.
Champagne comedy with the cutaway of a wedding day and the four players. No doubt countering the Masterchefs bobbing a last minute wedding cake at the Blue Room on the Harbour. Behind the scenes feeling with a rapport of being all ways amongst friends. Simplest delivery from Barker on the well wishes for the couple to have an always in range and topped up mobile plan killing in its deadpan. Ward sniffing hard from the bouquet to cover up.
Flaming out the group challenge, Lawson camps up the stereotypical male flight attendant as the others leave between him and Barker to settle a score of clashing dining carts. Ensemble cast letting them rip it up and generally steering clear of making any sudden movements in their direction. Close on the call, but Lawson pipping the rest to walk off with the flowers and trophy.
Thursday, 18 June 2009
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