Last in the series, and there a lot of
German-themed gags are linked by a pastiche routine of the Kit Kat Klub in Cabaret,
with the women of the Irving Davis Dancers dressed as Sally Bowles. John Cleese
plays the M.C., delivering an impossibly long introduction clearly inspired by Monty
Python's Silly Party election declarations. Dawson appears in drag as
Marlene Dietrich in The Blue Angel. Roy Barraclough takes the part of
Hitler. There's a lot of material about the war, at its best with Dawson and
Cleese as pilots in a knocked-together cardboard Spitfire prop and at its worst
when the safari-suited men of the Irving Davis Dancers finish their routine with
a synchronised Nazi salute.
The jazzy guest singer is Marian Montgomery, dressed and groomed with I think
may be the least flattering period get-up that I've yet seen in a 1970s light
entertainment show. In particular, the non-matching hair extensions add a
element of the bewilderingly grotesque, exacerbated in close-ups by spiders'
legs false eyelashes.
Her unidentifiable song (perhaps entitled 'I'm Gonna Build a Summer House')
adds to the sense of the peculiar. It seems to going for a note of sunshine pop
whimsy, with daydreamy lyrics about living in a summerhouse of her own
imagination. But the impractical details of this house ("I'll fill it full
of balconies and stairs that do not end") and specific instructions for
its contents ("fill it full of lilac flowers and children with bright
curls/ and china pots and crystals and baskets full of bread") have a
deranged quality ("to make me quiet inside my head").
The feverish nature of the song is magnified by Montgomery's performance,
looking to camera with a heavy-lidded blank gaze, as if in a valium trance. The
final verse appears to be aiming for a note of fantastical affirmative
self-discovery but comes across as a case study in depersonalisation -
I'm gonna build a summerhouse - I hope that you
know why!
I have to take a piece of me and throw it to the sky
And watch it soar and watch it dance and see a part of me
Up there laughing, knowing that I'm free.
I have to take a piece of me and throw it to the sky
And watch it soar and watch it dance and see a part of me
Up there laughing, knowing that I'm free.
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