Well we genuinely thought Skins had ended so this review is a massive disappointment not only to you, but to us too. There can't be much left now right? We've already watched three whole hours and some finely placed Durex adverts. That's longer than a film. There is surely nothing left for them to do here since they murdered everyone last week?
It is Franky?s episode though and according to the E4 voice man, so that's exciting, eh? She was once a good character, you know when we fancied her and stuff, now not so much.
See, it’s all bad hair, slightly better bra. Then again the plunge always was a good style; it even makes little boys like Dakota Blue Richards look like real women.
Looking good probably isn't at the top of Frankie?s list since she's also going a bit insane and seeing the dead girl. It's fine though because in absence of a plot just throw in a dead character and a Zola Jesus song and you've got at least an hours? worth of mediocrity. For the bits where that doesn't quite cut it the impeccable script of Skins swoops in to save the day with gems such as:
?You make my brain cum.?
It's not so much bad dialogue as absolute dick shrivelling bollocks by people who probably think that anthropomorphizing sex makes them the British Woody Allen. ?The fact that it's said by teddy boy Luke who constantly looks like he's trying to bludgeon his way through Brighton Rock has nothing to do with quite how bad it is, but it does help. You want to flick his collar down before he even opens his cake hole.
There's corn starch and girl boxers everywhere this week. There's also a little bit of rape because frankly the slightly complex relationship between the youngsters was getting a bit out of hand and that was the least inventive way they could round it up without condoning S&M.
It's like they never saw the striking political message that was, A Serbian Film.
With that all cleared up and Franky back in her best dungarees we're all set up for the barrage of dullness and love triangles that are so evidently to follow in the wake of this destruction. We've had our ultra-violence and now we have to pay our dues in the form of watching Minnie parade around like the blasted heir to the Duran Duran music video throne.
So that?ll be a treat.