The Rebel needs to launch a fundraiser to hire a drama coach for Sheila Gunn Reid. It's both horrifying and hilarious to watch the noontime sessions she co-hosts with Dave (The Menzoid) Menzies. He's much like the drunken uncle from out of town who lurches his way to the microphone during the wedding toasts and insists on delivering an unscheduled, unfocused string of reminiscences, "jokes", double entendres and references to old favorite stories he can't quite remember the point of.That's funny enough, but Sheila's face in the split screen is a treat. She's usually ignoring him, studying her notes or glancing at her watch or off camera. When she does succumb and listen to him, it's with the frozen, pinched-face mien of an elderly and disapproving nun listening to a dirty joke. I think my favourite moments are those in which he begins to chuckle uproariously at himself, and she vaguely registers that he's said something he thinks is funny, and tries to respond with a pained, strangled gargle of a laugh.
I couldn't improve on that if I tried.
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