Revolving door comedy! The old ones are the best ... sometimes. And this time it does involve a wheelie suitcase, which at least adds a modern(ish) twist. The suitcase belongs to David, who is checking into a posh hotel until he sees the room rates. Robyn’s kicked him out, for good, wants a divorce. I hope this doesn’t mean we won’t be seeing any more of Robyn. I really enjoy her wonderfully ghastly way.
Next, to video chat humour – you know Skype, FaceTime, that’s more 21st century. Adam and Angela (in Singapore) aren’t doing it very well: it keeps freezing, or Angela’s distracted, by her phone or the need to work. Plus, as they find out later, it’s harder to hide a towel-clad hunk who you (Angela) may or may not have slept with.
My favourite moment this week is an exchange between Jenny’s daughter and Jenny’s mother. “Do you want to see some cats that look like Hitler?” the younger Gifford asks, looking into her phone (of course). “Not really love,” replies granny. “Talk to me instead.” Generational, double generational, difference is better for a laugh than revolving doors I think.
There’s a little punnery too. “Jack Soffalot” reads Pete’s sign, waiting for Adam at the airport. Quite funny. And there’s a spa/Spar (as in the shop) mix-up, which emphasises the basic rule about puns: that the best thing to do with one, once you’ve thought of it, is not to use it.
What else? Old Harry’s dead … not really … no, really! Passed away at half-time in the football. Probably out of boredom (a hazard of supporting Jose’s United). Unless he persuaded someone to polish him off with a pillow over the head. In spite of that Pete seems cheerier; the happy pills must be working. Adam and Angela’s long-distance relationship isn’t, in spite of modern technology.
ISSUE of the week
Ageing parents, and caring for them. Jenny’s mum specifically, the one who doesn’t want to see the little Fur-hers (he says, breaking/proving the pun rule).
Classic Cold Feet moment
Adam at the airport, saying goodbye to Angela, having chosen his son over his wife, fading into acoustic singer-songwriter (Dan Croll this time).
One more thing
Cold Feet does a lot of jumping forward, then going back to fill in the gaps. So Adam’s drunken scene with Tina the hot landlady: did they, didn’t they? We don’t know, it stops, jumps forward, then later goes back to fill in the space (they didn’t, not yet anyhow). Back-stitch drama I believe it is called.
