Main cast: Stig R Amdam (Edmund Bråthen), Numa Edema (Bill), Anna Bache-Wiig (Iselin), Isabel Beth Toming (Oda), Trond Teigen (Philip), Kingsford Siayor (Abdi), and Pia Borgli (Margrethe)
Director: Geir Henning Hopland
Oh my, Bloodride knows how to do one thing right, at the very least: casting men that gives me profound epiphany about finer feelings. In Lab Rats, Kingsford Siayor spends a lot of time on the screen in only a pair of small tight pink boxer-briefs that allows me to see enough to know that I am in love. If he had been my lab partner during my Physics classes in my college days, I’d have aced the whole thing. Force is the product of mass and acceleration, am I right, and baby, the force I feel when his mass is producing all that acceleration…
Okay, okay, plot first. Altavita Pharmaceuticals has made a breakthrough that will rocket it to the pinnacle of the pharmaceutical industry. They have produced an antidepressant that actually works! The CEO Edmund Bråthen invites the research team to a private celebration with him and his wife Iselin, and all is well until he discovers that the prototype of the antidepressant is missing from the safe.
Convinced that one of the people in the party must be responsible for the theft, he has them strip searched… well, at least down to their undies, because the world hates me and doesn’t want me to see Mr Siayor in all his full glory. When that fails to uncover the missing prototype, he then have them all corralled and locked away in this large gas chamber. He then has poisonous gas piped in, and the only way they can get out is to use the combination of the safe on the lock. Whoever unlocks the gas chamber, therefore, will be exposed as the thief.
Lab Rats is the most conventional and predictable entry to date in this series. This doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing, it’s just that this episode feels like a step backward after the last few more innovative ones. The twists and turns as the episode progresses feel very mundane and played out, and the characters are standard stereotypes. Hence, I find it easy to lose interest fast—especially during the middle parts when the episode feels like it is just stalling to pad up the run time. Thank heavens for Mr Siayor in his undies, because that is the only thing keeping my eyes glued to the small screen.
Still, the episode is still entertaining enough in the sense that the acting is fine and the story itself isn’t half bad. Then there’s the glorious hunk showing off what his lovely assets, which compels me to give this episode an extra oogie to match the protrusion of his… talent. God bless the beautiful people, especially the ones that keep things interesting when everything else starts to become boring.
