Skins Review: It Is Finally Over!

Relief, sweet relief as we can finally be quoted accurately on declaring the end of Skins and the start of summer, two things we love more than Michael Barrymore's pool parties — can we get a Roflcopter?

It's a slow start to the demise of the series as we know it — yes guys, sorry to say it's going down shortly, after one final amazefuck of a series with members of each and every cast, probably at uni doing absolutely shit tons of work and writing dissertations on the representation of youth in the media, or not, you know.

Anyway, yeah, so Frankie is around hunting her mum like she's in a bloody day-glow version of The Hunger Games or something. She's wearing the same jacket she has been for about nine weeks and its filthy which makes us admire the attention to detail, it's these little grubby bits that really make the difference.

There are no lessons here, this is not good for your children to watch, its almost as if stranger danger didn't exist, or you know, the whole thing about not jumping out of a moving vehicle. We're fairly certain that's not too good for your nervous system either. These kids are just pricks in cheap high street clothing acting the drama queen/queer of the party except none of them can cry on cue so they just put their heads down to make it really obvious.

Eurgh.

We're glad this is over, we're also sad to see it go since absolutely cock all happened this season—it could be (definitely is) the worst series they've ever done. Even in this final episode nothing happens, ultimately it's all about neuroses which would be fun did you not have your own to contend with.

We want fantasy and escape – not Frankie covered in dirt hugging a pregnant blonde.

The longer this finale goes on the worse it becomes as they play metal and wear matching jumpers and talk like mental assholes and have scandalously good looking pool parties, it's just all so crass in that special Skins way. In case you were unsure if this was the finale though, like we were for ages, then they use the line, "It's all coming to an end," about 4000 times in between the wild hallucinations of the girl who died in episode one.

In a way it's a perfectly desolate ending for what can be thought of as the legitimate ending to the Skins legacy.

There is a slight twinge of hope right before the end for each individual, but as a group no matter what they do, it's all sweeping piano melodies and bleakness and the miracle of birth—which is still disgusting no matter how many pretty teenagers it involves.

OH GOD NO THE LAST WORD WAS "BYE," HOW TACKY IS THAT?