Sorry – was this supposed to be serious?
Jeannie and Truscott got home, got busy and were interrupted by their in-laws in a scene that Terry and June would have nixed as too cheesy. Suave Otto turned his mildly embarrassing pursuit of Angie into full-blown stalking and announced he’d “never felt like this” (Dude, listen to yourself!), as if he were the Principal Boy, five minutes after meeting Princess Jasmine, launching into an off-key duet about their speedy but everlasting love. Iain Glen crept about with his comedy moustache, minimal dialogue and the music of “Boo, Hiss! here, please” playing behind him. And – bizarrely – the bulk of the episode focussed on
Cinderella Lily and her “I’m so sad, no one appreciates me or my soufflé dish, I can’t go to the ball have a baby….” tale of woe.
Good grief. Just wake me up at the end when they do the birthday announcements and we all have to sing along to the big finale, will you?
Whatever they thought they were writing, this wouldn’t have passed muster as a local pantomime let alone flagship network tv drama. At least last week’s instalment, disappointing though it was, had plenty of Otto and Angie – they’re not brilliant by any means, but they’re far better than the rest of this sorry lot. This week, they were barely in it, with far too much Lily, Truscott and other stuff I wouldn’t waste my ticket money on instead. Big mistake. And the last one I’ll be putting up with from this show: not even Jack Davenport could induce me to waste any more time watching this turgid combination of stupidity, stereotypes and stilted dialogue, so Breathless and I are done. Oh yes, we are.