Holy shit.
Danger 5 is a TV show. It’s an Australian-produced TV show
(apparently developed by the creators of Italian Spiderman, whatever the hell
that is). And that’s really the best I can do. There came a point during
Episode 1 (“I Danced for Hitler”) where I started to wonder: what the tits is going on? If you strip Danger 5
to its barest essentials, you have a show about a team of powerful,
international secret agents battling against Hitler in the 1960’s.
Misadventures and various shenanigans ensue. That’s really giving the story
more emphasis than it deserves. I don’t think I’ve adequately covered how
unbelievably weird and random Danger 5 is, so I’ll describe the opening
sequence as fluidly as I possibly can: a trio of French revolutionary girls watch as
Nazi zeppelins steal the Eiffel Tower using one of those retriever claws you
find in a Claw Machine. One of the girls kills herself for no apparent reason,
and then two Nazis and their talking dog storm the hideout and gun down the
remaining two French girls. The dog is their commander, by the way, second only
to Hitler himself.
This all happens in the span of a minute. In the following
scene, at the Danger 5 HQ, the redheaded British agent, Tucker, plays a chess match
against a talking Beckoning Cat (maneki-neko) and loses. Danger 5’s colonel has
an eagle for a head. And we still have twenty-three minutes to go.
The
narrative in “I Danced for Hitler” involves Danger 5’s efforts to stop the
Nazis from taking the Statue of Liberty (and, of course, kill Hitler in the
meantime). Today happens to be Hitler’s birthday, and the man who orchestrated
the thefts of the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower (along with dozens of
other monuments from across the globe) happens to be none other than Joseph
Goebbels, the Minister of Propaganda. Why did he steal all these monuments, you
ask? To turn them all into a statue of Hitler, as a nifty birthday present. A
big shootout occurs, Hitler manages to escape death by jumping out of a window,
and Danger 5 returns home using the Statue of Liberty as a space shuttle. Also,
this happens.
If the phrase "A bear playing piano at Hitler's birthday party" doesn't get you at least mildly interested, you are dead inside. |
It’s quite a ravaging experience, honestly. It is bizarre,
surreal, and absolutely random. In spite of its twenty-four minutes (an episode
of Aqua Teen Hunger Force contains the same amount of lunacy and absurdity in
half that time), Danger 5’s first episode has a creative energy that never, ever
flags. The appeal of this show is ultimately subjective. Although that could be
said for anything, it’s especially true for something as clinically insane as
Danger 5. You either get it, or you don’t get it. The people that get it like this
show quite a bit (hence why it was renewed for a second series), and the people
that don’t get it? Well, it wasn’t made for them in the first place.
Danger 5 is a perfect example of the shotgun method of
comedy. A mass of jokes and gags are thrown at the audience in the hopes that
they’ll all work. If Joke A wasn’t very funny, don’t worry, Joke B is coming up
in a few milliseconds. There’s enough comedy in Danger 5 to fill about fifty
Adam Sandler films (and Danger 5 happens to be funnier than all of them); the
wickedly fast timing doesn’t exactly hurt. The pacing does hurt Danger 5 at
times; “I Danced for Hitler” veers from inspired to charming to mediocre and
then all the way back again, without any kind of discernible pause. The random
suicide gag gets funnier each and every time they use it; the bar scene near
the beginning is highly amusing. And there is, of course, the eagle-headed
colonel.
There’s not much else to say here that I haven’t already
said. The cast is surprisingly strong and effective – everyone is amazing in
their roles, be it the straight-laced Tucker, the All-American manly man
Jackson, the sexual Ilsa, the French-Spanish-Italian-Zimbabwean fun-lover
Pierre, or the hapless Claire. The interpretation of Hitler brings to mind the
Hitler from Kung Fury (an amazing, 80’s-inspired half-hour film made by David
Sandberg), albeit a little more licentious and less concerned with kung fu. The
editing and production is fairly slick and charmingly low-key, and the ending
theme is kinda nice; I like the organ.
And that’s really all I can say. It is funny, but it is also
exhausting. This was a little long at twenty-four minutes (fifteen would have
been perfect), and it makes me wonder if the coming episodes will be able to
keep up that same kind of quality without becoming shrill and repetitive. Time
will tell.