‘Ottawa’ Success of Global TV’s Private Eyes Relies on Quick, Fun Banter
Ex-hockey star Matt Shade (Jason Priestly) meets private investigator Angie Everett (Cindy Sampson) in her messy office. She’s just been undercover as a fitness trainer, and wears a tank top that plays up her enormous bosom.
“Gotta say, that trainer disguise is a winner,” Shade says.
“Gotta say, you hockey players are predictable — at any age,” Angie shoots back. She catches him still eyeing her rack.
“Put your hands out,” she says. She whips silicon falsies (aka cutlets) out of her bra and slaps them into his palms.
“Predictable again,” he says.
“I had that kid in the palm of my hand until you showed up,” she chides him.
He smacks the cutlets together. “Oh, is that what you call these?” he snarks.
Full disclosure, a producer of this show is a friend of mine, so I’ll tell you what I asked her: Have TV directors figured out a trick to make Toronto look fantastic, or has the city actually become smashing?
Between this show and Sensitive Skin, with its beauty shots from and of Toronto Island, the Big Smoke is displaying enough swoony, glittery angles to give Vancouver a run for its production dollars. Private Eyes makes the Gardiner
Expressway look sexy, and that is saying something. Obviously, as the episodes roll on, Angie will teach Shade the P.I. ropes, and his ex-pro status will get her through posh doors. But cases-shmases. This show will live or die on its leads’ rat-a-tat repartee.
