I’ve been re-watching a whole lot of old DVDs lately (yes, yes, instead of blogging) – Callan, Dad’s Army, Party Down, Monty Python, a very small glass of Last of the Summer Wine, and, of course, Groundhog Day! Just been watching Hustle (yes, yes, I know, ok?).
Although I’ve been trying to ignore Australian politics since September, since writing about it required more depths of gloom than even I am capable of, Abbott’s latest antics, coinciding with a viewing of Hustle, sent a metaphor racing into my brain.
If you haven’t seen Hustle it is a kind of modern-day Robin Hood set in the forest of London, in which Micky Hood (sorry, Stone), his band of merry men, and Maid Stacey, cleverly outwit a whole series of evil Sheriffs, take their money, and, often, give much of it to the poor. So far so completely the opposite of Tony Hood, his band of merry men, and Maid Julie, right, but bear with me.
At the end of almost every episode there is a standard scene in which the victim, the “mark” opens a brief case in which he or she confidently expects to find a large sum of money. Instead, through sleight of hand, and a lot of lies, the case is full of newspaper instead of bank notes. Meanwhile, back at Eddie’s Bar, the good guys are opening an identical case which is indeed full of money, and they have a jolly good laugh at having outwitted the mark.