Relentlessly comical, any danger or jeopardy is squeezed out in favour of whimsy. From the opening (comical music as a man pushes a pram) through the ‘comically’ alcoholic band leader, the ‘comically’ throttled captain, to the dance routine, these is like (as Wodehouse would put it) a musical comedy without the songs. Yes, the plot is flimsy, and little effort has been made to disguise the fact it’s a rather unlikely scheme, but numerous Cathy Gale episode have taken an equally slight premiss and produced something far more compelling purely by taking it seriously.
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The twist is very predictable, despite being hidden as a joke (and not very well hidden – why have a band leader with no band?)
The dance/fight is quite enjoyable and almost rescues it (“I neufed his soixante” – Steed’s innumerate French is funnier than the correct translation would be). But it does feel like we’ve hit a bit of a slack run where each episode is flawed in one way or another.
Tag scene transpoert: er, no, just dancing.