Duty Free
is an odder series tonally than you might remember it being. There's an attempt
to bring emotional depth to the farcical shenanigans in this episode, with
David's redundancy being exposed and Keith Barron being given a dignified speech
that plays to his strengths as an actor (before a fish falls out of his
trousers) and a surprisingly large amount of 12 Certificate swearing in the
arguments between husbands and wives... But it really could do with another
draft to make it better structured, especially the convenient presence of a
large trolley of cream cakes in the hotel bedroom for the wives to through at
each other and their husbands in the rather arbitrary and desperate climax.
It also has the weirdest bit of non-speaking extra choreography in a scene where impoverished David is trying to smuggle food out of the hotel dining room. A row of silent figures stand at the breakfast bar, each one implausibly rooted to a single bowl or dish, unable to communicate with anybody else or move on or away from their own little spot. They look more like a Greek chorus than anyone that I've ever seen at any buffet.
It also has the weirdest bit of non-speaking extra choreography in a scene where impoverished David is trying to smuggle food out of the hotel dining room. A row of silent figures stand at the breakfast bar, each one implausibly rooted to a single bowl or dish, unable to communicate with anybody else or move on or away from their own little spot. They look more like a Greek chorus than anyone that I've ever seen at any buffet.
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