The Angels go undercover in the Ice Capades! Show owner Phil Silvers (yay!) brings them in to solve the disappearance of his two stars, days before the opening. There are canyon-sized plot holes...the bad guy plan (Arab dissidents infiltrate ice show to shoot a sheik in the front row opening night, necessitating seven kidnappings and thousands of man-hours...i mean, i'm no mastermind, but...you guys ever hear of a sniper rifle?), and the Angel reaction (when they have enough evidence to lock up the bad guys for kidnapping and conspiracy, they "let the show go on", which will get them that murder charge too, but how is that preferable to, i don't know, STOPPING the murder??). But i quibble. Phil kvetches and treats the Angels with caustic disdain. The uncredited kidnapped ice queen is so beautiful my eyes hurt. Sabrina has a wacko fight with a man in a gorilla mask, then commandeers a car, runs a red light, and plows a cop car. Borderline-retarded towel boy James Gammon (the coach, MAJOR LEAGUE) is somehow ridiculous and poignant. In ice clown makeup, Kris is so childishly, innocently beautiful it will tear your heart. Kelly infiltrates an Arabian club. Her belly dancing is jaw-dropping. She may have hit the gym in the off-season, as i don't remember her having upper body muscle tone before. Guest star Edward Andrews (Grandpa "Au-to-mo-bile" Howard, SIXTEEN CANDLES) plays a carefree street wino who witnesses almost everything. In the final scene, the Angels take him out to get him rip-tootin' sauced! Still not sold? How about Jim Backus as the cranky, wizened ice show prop master? Sublime, my friends, sublime.
Review of Angels on Ice
