Last year, Freddie was boring as fuck. Tonight, he continued his smokin' hot streak of being astonishingly soporific. In most TV seasons there's gonna be at least one dud and Skins is no exception. But this last episode managed to hit all the wrong notes of being at the same time boring, cliché, overly dramatic, and still entirely unaffecting.
As always, the saving grace comes from the pretty pictures. Let's take a look at them:
The thing about Freddie is that he's in the dark.
The boundaries of himself are defined by those around him.
Namely: Effy.
He doesn't exist without her. And he realizes that.
Which is why he tries to make magic for her.
Not getting it into his thick skull that she is fundamentally broken.
Thank fuck that Effy is insane...
And decides to explode him.
36 minutes of whinging later, the episode skates close to an emotional climax that is mostly unearned from said previous 35' of emo prettiness. And while the photography is probably better than in any previous Skins episode, the story just doesn't connect in that special way that has imbued so many eps before with true SMOOBs.
Even Cook and Katie as devil and angel, respectively, doesn't sit well. Despite the random street party, that brings about these costumes, being one of the most impressive set-pieces Skins has done, the weakness in Freddie makes the masquerade feel like nothing more than pandering.
In summation:
Pretty. Boring.
Line of the night:
Do what you can now, forget what wasn't done then.
Which is what I intend to do with this episode...
Good night ladies and germs!
Kinda Great Guy will (try) to get back to its regular rambling installments ASAP. In the meantime, please enjoy these weekly Skins mini analyses, starting with this post.
As always, the saving grace comes from the pretty pictures. Let's take a look at them:
The thing about Freddie is that he's in the dark.
The boundaries of himself are defined by those around him.
Namely: Effy.
He doesn't exist without her. And he realizes that.
Which is why he tries to make magic for her.
Not getting it into his thick skull that she is fundamentally broken.
Thank fuck that Effy is insane...
And decides to explode him.
36 minutes of whinging later, the episode skates close to an emotional climax that is mostly unearned from said previous 35' of emo prettiness. And while the photography is probably better than in any previous Skins episode, the story just doesn't connect in that special way that has imbued so many eps before with true SMOOBs.
Even Cook and Katie as devil and angel, respectively, doesn't sit well. Despite the random street party, that brings about these costumes, being one of the most impressive set-pieces Skins has done, the weakness in Freddie makes the masquerade feel like nothing more than pandering.
In summation:
Pretty. Boring.
Line of the night:
Do what you can now, forget what wasn't done then.
Which is what I intend to do with this episode...
Good night ladies and germs!
Kinda Great Guy will (try) to get back to its regular rambling installments ASAP. In the meantime, please enjoy these weekly Skins mini analyses, starting with this post.
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