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| The spawn of Monty Burns and ET? |
Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes now. Geez, that was bad. This was a series which felt as if it had only just begun. It was fall of undefined characters and undeveloped relationships and Franky. Oh Franky, 'don't label me' Franky. The post-label, post-sexual, post-gender, pre-human Franky. It's as if the writers remembered the joy of having an enigmatic and ambiguous talent in 'Effy' and decided to replicate her...but something went horribly wrong...and Franky was born!
There were a couple of standout episodes, although looking back now I like Rich's episode less and less. Nick was the most interesting character, he underwent serious transformation and I imagine next season we'll see him rise like a phoenix from the ashes of his former skin.
But overall it was all too familiar, all too 'Skins-Lite'. There was too much melodrama (ficus-off wedding). The characters just seemed to hover on the edge of oblivion. Sure, previous Skins generations did a lot of drugs. But it was interspersed with meaningful connections...and...and...JJ.
Moreover, the humour at the start of the series quickly dissipated. Usually this doesn't occur until the second series of each generation. This doesn't bode well.
In conclusion, the acting was fairly ordinary, the characters were deformed clones, the stories stale and seemingly inconsequential.
Skins may be dead friends.
But hey, it's still better than the American travesty, right?
And the Brits still have Misfits.
Until next time
Keep watching your screens
A Misanthropic Ficus
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