E4, Monday 11th February
As the wonderfully bleak posters have been anticipating for the past few weeks, the time of the return of teen drama Skins finally came on Monday evening. Starting as spectacularly as it ended (minus the huge, great lorry out of nowhere), it opened with a contemporary dance scene spanning a good three minutes, no dialogue, just dance, in a church-like interior below a magnificent stained glass window. Not pretentious at all I hear you cry – how unSkins!
All the old crew are back, as marvellously screwed up as ever, some more so than others. Talk about pride coming before a fall, after his accident, arrogant stud Tony now has to be helped to write, eat, and even urinate. He’s rather determined to regain the use of his hands and his memory (so that he may fondle again, or at the very least, fantasise about his past beds) and spends the entire episode fighting his limitations. This doesn’t go quite so well when he decides to go to a rave where most people are completely off their face oblivious to the fact that everybody is knocking into everybody including troubled Sid, who is missing Cassie (currently in Scotland) and taking Scottish drugs to feel closer to her, obviously. He and Michelle, who has turned into the local vodka-swilling bike, are finding it difficult to come to terms with Tony’s current condition.
Elsewhere, Maxxie (aka Billie Elliot) just wants to dance. Of course, that’s in between getting bullied by the ASBO guy from his estate and getting it on with the same ASBO guy from his estate. Pigtails, pulling etc… His dad (country dancing brickie, Bill Bailey) just wants him to be a builder and bop in his spare time but clearly the YMCA-esque images are too much for Maxxie. There’ll be no yellow hard hats and absolutely no shirtless building.
Some interesting events to come this series, I imagine. Priding itself on being so ridiculously nonchalant in style that it seems not to care whether anyone likes it or not, Skins secretly hopes that people will enjoy it and of course, everyone who watches the show after all the hype likes to pretend that they’re non-plused and talks about it teasingly (but actually they love it and only wish their childhoods had been as cool).
By Susan Allen