The clothes stay on but the wit is laid bare in a crazy adventure.
The boys are back in town and as Phil Lynott used to say: "Haven't changed that much but man, I still think them cats are crazy."
Twenty years after they started talking about their knives The Naked Samoans have returned - a tad more sophisticated and definitely a lot more
dapper. The seldom realised promise of nakedness is replaced by a display of sartorial elegance that has the boys decked out Victorian Music Hall costumes.
The opening sequence is crammed full of laughs with perfectly timed delivery of razor sharp one-liners and a very clever bit of fake history in which the traumatised Nakeds disappear into obscurity after their initial stab at comedy was critically panned.
Oscar Kightley has become an up-tight bureaucrat at Ministry for Pacific Peoples while Robbie Magasiva is transitioning into a palangi. Shimpal Lelisi is washing windscreens in the Bunnings carpark and showing a talent for spoken word poetry while Mario Gaoa is working at KFC with a mute Dave Fane and Iaheto Ah Hi is urging the possums in Myers Park to lay off the native trees.
