Static camera, cinematic, cold blue light. The proud old man with the grey moustache holds his thumbs-up for a moment, then the wine cork suddenly shoots out of the pipe with a burst of water, flies up and knocks the bobble hat off his head; water sprays out of the pipe again onto his face and he flinches, eyes wide. Only these two actions. Same face, same clothes, same room, no new people, no ...
