Scottish sketch show splutters a little as it gets off the ground
James Burke (also on writing credits), Kelly Davie and Derek Jeck are our crew and they create a whole range of characters as a collage of scenes builds into a whole that partly honours and partly satirises an industry that we usually take for granted, if we're not complaining about its emissions, customer service or comfort. It made me think of those eerily quiet days of the first lockdown, when the skies had no contrails. Like many, I found London's air to be cleaner and clearer, but we lost something - man's conquering of the heavens was laid low, the possibility to girdle the Earth in a day lost temporarily. The world felt simultaneously larger and smaller.
The show doesn't quite succeed. It's too bitty to plot a path for its recurring characters through its recurring themes, it doesn't bite hard enough for the satire to explore its comic potential fully and we're not properly introduced to the heroes of the show (I had to google pioneering Scottish aviator and aeroplane engineer, Winifred Drinkwater, on the bus home). It's as if the propellor needs to be set in motion again every time the scene shifts.
Despite those flaws, the show gets its laughs and the three performers have charm to spare in winning us over to their relentless repartee. Nevertheless, one can't help thinking that teasing out fewer storylines and providing a little more context would serve the enthusiastic cast better.
Flightpath at the Jack Studio Theatre until 28 May
Photo credit: Jasmine Aurora
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