“It’s not you…it’s me….” *GUFFAWS UNCONTROLLABLY*
For the record, it took them a full 9 minutes and 18 seconds to get a workable four line exchange out of the door.
And what a glorious nine minutes it was.
There’s a small chance I wet myself. But it was totally worth it.
My personal highlights:
-- 5:00: What I assume is the director, sadistically moving the goalposts after they’ve spent 5 minutes getting out their first successful (rehearsal) take - “…if you wouldn’t mind saying the following in Basel dialect”
-- 6:10/6:18 : “he looks at me……..he gives me the look”. Yeah, it’s all Rafa’s fault Rog! Maybe he should start doing that during your ball toss!
-- 1:48/7:10: Roger’s attempting to paper over the giggly cracks by pretending to take the process seriously. Your studious demeanour’s fooling no one.
-- 11:12: Actual proof that Roger Federer sweats. You just have to meet his eye. Having Rafa’s eyelashes doesn’t hurt too.
-- 11:16: Rafa’s somewhat surly hair swooshes – there are swear words, I’m told – anyone?
The best part? I can imagine the two returning as Grandpas in rocking chairs fifty years from now on some dusty veranda doing it all over again.