Well, you never expect sense, but fun, if watching this series...This episode is probably at least the definitive proof that it's more about showing nice female figures, pretty hairstyles, nice clown stories (incredibly funny, isn't it?), artistic leaps in the air, attempted belly dancing and the probably zeitgeist-owed view of other cultures... I liked it despite all the contradictions. It's like a trip back to the seventies and its subtext. Beginning with the misogynistic director, over all too predictable dialogues with an exaggerated dramaturge, in apparently always the same room (with at least different labels) in which one changes clothes, one makes guns, or the management is located. In addition, an incredibly naive belly dance, jumps to the ceiling with a randomly made springboard, Sabrina, wondering about raised hands, asking an elderly couple at gunpoint for their truck instead of taking her fast car parked around the corner... Wonderfully crazy . I liked Edward Andrews best, sometimes in the bush, sometimes in the tree, who gives impossible tips in a wonderfully drunk way, which the little angels were of course able to decipher perfectly!
Review of Angels on Ice
