If there was a choice between Frank Sinatra and Tony Christie, we all know who would make the Hollywood Hall of Fame. Unfortunately, Airline does not give you that choice. Instead, the programme forces you to endure half an hour of aural torture.
Although Sinatra brings some class to the otherwise extremely cheesy opening credits, it is still hard to take the programme seriously. Filled with drunkards singing ‘Is this the way to Amarillo’ and poor attempts at Cossack dancing from airport staff, morons of the world unite in Luton Airport.
As the camera pans across a group of embarrassed passengers, from across the airport a father screams the command ‘Girls get you f**king arses over here!’ to his small children. After making a complete cretin of himself at the check in desk, he demands a flight or a hotel room to compensate for his delay.
The monotonous format of the programme unintentionally sums up the experience of waiting for a plane perfectly. Conflict then interview with angry passenger, conflict then interview with confused passenger, conflict then interview with annoyed member of staff… you see the pattern.
When watching Airline, it makes you wonder if anyone who has seen the programme will ever set foot in an airport again?! ITV would probably be best sending the film reels off on a plane to Nevada.
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