It’s been my New Year’s resolution to watch things that I don’t normally. It paid off in Desperate Housewives, but Skins… well, I suspect I’m too old for it.
It’s not that I can’t appreciate the humour, and there’s lot of it, albeit often very dark, but I suppose that my intolerance of it came simply from being of an age where teenage angst is about as important to me as how next door’s cactus is doing.
I’ve been there done that with of course my own years of teenage horror – though mine were far less complex than the characters of Skins – and I then vicariously endured it all with my three kids who are now safely delivered from the clutches of pre-twenty years old hormonal shifts…
But though I found the actual plotlines rather unnecessarily convoluted – but maybe that’s because I’ve never watched it before so don’t know what’s going on – the acting was exemplary.
Merveille Lukeba plays the far less exotically named Thomas and as the show returned last night for series four, we saw him going through hell as the death of a young girl in a club he helps to run weighed heavily on his conscience.
Her drug related death caused Thomas to take stock of everything in his life, and as we left the episode, he hadn’t reached many conclusions, so I can see that rather serious case of angst dragging on for a while.
Ditto his relationship – or not – with Pandora; it seems to be more on and off than Billie Piper’s underwear in Call Girl, so I’m sure there’s more of that storyline to run too.
So, the question I was left with at the end was, will I watch it again? And I’d have to say, probably not. As I mentioned, the acting was good and as I should add, the script was aromatically flavoured with pearls of wisdom and barbs of wit that belie the ages of those uttering them, but even so, it’s just not my cup of tea… which is what I prefer to dropping a E or having a vodka shot.