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SKINS | 4X05 | "FREDDIE"
My thoughts on this episode really couldn't be contained in just a few words, so you're getting SPAM while I try to re-organise some characterisation in my head to pull in what I know now. Obviously image-heavy and complete with spoilers ho, and dark subject matters.
Admittedly, I am a Freddie/Effy fan (although, hey, generally if it's a pairing involving Effy, I'm usually in), so this was always going to be an episode that got me. Nervous about what the hell they were going to do? Hell yes. I was full of keysmashy incoherence for a good half hour afterwards. Stupid fandom, getting me all attached and then doing this sort of thing!
My main sticking point is always going to be just how fast this came on. Last week and the week before, she was full of wise advice and smirky humour. This week; utterly broken and losing it completely.
Brilliantly as they did it, I really believe they could've done with a bit slower lead in than that. Three seasons of mildly unstable seems a little too vague. Maybe if they'd shown more cracks in her shell in the last couple episodes than a three second shot of her downing pills with vodka with a worried look from Katie and a throwaway love is "a bit of a head fuck, to be honest" comment.
None of this really stops me from thinking the episode itself was beautifully done, both from an acting standpoint, with great performances from both Luke and Kaya, and musically and cinematically. It was gorgeous, and fucking heartbreaking.
Freddie: What have I done? What did I do?
Cook: You went to the end of the fucking earth, man! The end of the fucking earth. You’re gonna have to go further now, mate. For her. For you. For me.
And that done, on to the Unseen Skins scene for that episode. (Why they gave us an 'Effy' unseen for Freddie's episode, I don't know. Not complaining, though.)
Anyway. For RP purposes and backstory I'd always assumed from the canon we'd been given that Effy stopped talking when she was older. Early-teenage rebellion thing. But this clip rather contradicts the explanations we've been offered; both Effy's own talk of Clara Bow and silent movies, and the creators and their 'she stopped talking because she was bored of life'.
"Don't give me that silent shit. I know you can talk."
Effy.
We’ve been with Effy for four years now. She was the silent observer, the mysterious girl even before she was given her own story, from the beginning of the show. “Freddie” rewrote some of her history in retrospect, when Effy told him that she has been battling demons forever now, that her actions can be explained with the knowledge that she is fighting against a mental illness. Now, I’ve made it clear in my review of that episode that I wasn’t very fond of this because it took something away from the strength I always perceived Effy to have, and there is generally a problem with introducing elements late into a show that change events prior (especially if it’s not part of a grand master plan, but something you just come up with as you go). Interestingly enough, we’ll have to return to this next week.
The way the supposed “building up process” was portrayed in this episode, on the other hand, was well-done. Effy has lost all the things she used to be able to hide behind: the tough exterior, the drugs – and now her counsellor, John Foster, is working on her memory, to delete all the parts that he thinks damaged her and made her unable to function.
John: “What are you thinking about?”
Effy: “My brother.”
John: “What about him?”
Effy: “Nothing.”
John: “Something happened to him, didn’t it?”
Effy: “Lots of things happened to him. He was born almost a month late, won a poetry competition when he was eight and met Sarah Ferguson, had the highest marks in a first year essay in Cardiff’s history…”
John: “And somewhere in there, he was hit by a bus, and nearly killed, right? Why don’t you tell me about that?”
Effy: “Why that? Why not the good stuff?”
John: “Because I’m not interested in it. Tell me what happened to your brother, Elizabeth. From the start.”
I love that the episode breaks with the unwritten rule of “Skins” that the previous generation can be subtly hinted at (Sid’s locker, in the premier) but never explicitly mentioned. The one exception before was Katie, asking Effy whether her brother “didn’t go mental or something?” – Effy didn’t answer back then. Yet, the one thing that we see John work through with Effy isn’t Cook, or Freddie, or Anthea: it’s Tony, her brother. I wasn’t a very big fan of Tony in the first season of “Skins” except when he shared scenes with his sister, because their relationship was always something that made me love the first generation of “Skins”. They suffer from the same condition: being too smart for the rest of the world – and deal with it in different ways. Tony had to fall from his high horse, and Effy eventually had to start talking again. No matter what happened, they were there for each other (the scene in which Tony lies in her bed with her socks on so she can sneak out is one of my secret favourites). Effy took care of him after the accident, when Anthea was overwhelmed by the responsibilities. The first scene was beautiful because it recalled Tony, describing Effy as the smartest person he knew, and now Effy talks about him with the same love and awe (two feelings that we usually don’t see her express). The memory of him being hit by a bus is the one John finds hardest to alter. Naomi: “Afternoon.”
Effy: “How is the real world?”
Naomi: “Fine. Well. I don’t know, actually. Me and Emily, we’re all, since, the, you know, and I don’t know what we’re doing, if we’re okay, or if we’re about to break up. Sometimes I think she can read my mind, I seriously do, I mean, is that normal, is that what you…Eff?”
Effy: “You think you’re going mad, so you came to see me, to see what a mad person looks like.”
Naomi: “No. No. No. Yes.”
Effy: “Listen to me very carefully Naomi, you need to get a message to the dog lord of Azerbaijan, he’s got my toilet ticket.”
Naomi: “Oh god, what are they giving you, and can I have some?”
Effy: “This whole thing with this girl, Sophia. Why don’t you imagine it never happened?”
Naomi: “But it did.”
Yeah. But you try to think like it didn’t.
Naomi: “But. Am I missing something? You can’t change what’s already happened. I wish you could. But you just can’t.”
The exchange is my second-favourite bit of the episode (Panda wins, hands-down), because for the first time in what feels like ages (and actually really has been, months on the show), Naomi talks about what is going on. She’s not portrayed as helplessly and passively staring as the catastrophe (and Emily) unfolds. It’s interesting that she mentions the possibility that they might be “okay” (the concept seems pretty far gone from their relationship for the viewers), so maybe she really doesn’t know what Emily has been doing all these months, and her reaction in “JJ” wasn’t self-betrayal, but real surprise. It’s also the first time that she articulates in her own words how much the intensity of their relationship scares her (the only previous hint of this comes from Sophia’s diary: the “I feel trapped&rdquo ;). Cook: “Come on Eff.”
Effy: “Eff? Who is Eff?”
Cook: “Yeah, of course, sorry, you’re not Effy. I’ve mistaken you for someone else.”
Effy: “Looks like it.”
Cook: “So what is your name?”
Effy: “Elizabeth.”
Cook: “Elizabeth. Nice to meet ya. I’m James.”
It’s important that partying with Cook isn’t what brings Effy back – it’s arriving at the very place where Tony was hit by a bus three years ago, when the new person John created disappears. It’s not Cook saying: “Come on Eff, I know you, you know me. We have dated. We have fucked in every sense of the word. We are Cook and Effy.” – Cook is all kinds of heartbreaking here, so desperately asserting that their story is important and memorable, even though she doesn’t love him back. He is trying so hard to be recognized, but she just doesn’t, and when she does, finally (“how could I forget? You’re my friend&rdquo ;), after he saves her life, she asks to be taken to Freddie. “Hamlet's basically a teenage boy. He's got these desires, but he doesn't have the bottle to reach out for them. So he goes mad and wanks off about Ophelia and ends up so boring that somebody has to kill him.”
The concept of “going mad”, and Freddie’s assertion that this is exactly what love is supposed to do, is interesting to investigate in relation to Freddie. When he said this to Effy, it was hard not to think of him as rather selfish and completely out of place here, telling the girl that has just tried to commit suicide that this was a perfectly normal reaction to having all these feelings. Effy: “Don’t do that. I went crazy when I was with you. I can’t have that happen again. Love’s not supposed to do that, you made me go mad.”
Freddie: “You’re making me god mad now, Effy, and that’s exactly what’s love supposed to do.”
Naomi, in the first part of the episode, asks Effy whether this is what love is supposed to do, but never finishes the sentence (“is this what…&rdquo ;) and it scares her, it’s nothing she celebrates, because in her current situation, she experiences the fall-out. The answer would probably be: no, love is supposed to make you ride around on a silly moped, kiss in front of the entire school and not care who sees, and make public declarations. “Going mad” is a symptom of something going wrong. Cook. “You fucking skipping out of me, man?”
Freddie: “Yeah. I’m leaving. I was gonna go tonight.”
Cook: “You are gonna fuck off, leave her?”
Freddie: “Cook, she broke my heart.”
Cook: “She broke my heart, as well. You broke my heart. I bet you’ve broken hers at some point. So what are we gonna do, are we just three losers screwing each other forever, or are we something better than that? Fuck me, grow up. Cause I’m done here.”
Freddie: “Thanks for bringing her to me.”
Cook: “Where the fuck else was I gonna bring her? Don’t screw it up.”
It’s not about whether or not it is okay to kill off a character in the last few seconds of an episode. It’s not about whether the manner of death (getting beaten to death with a baseball bat by a psychopathic psychiatrist) is respectful of the character, or even realistic. The problem I have with Freddie’s ending here is that the entire episode prior to his death portrayed him in the worst possible light. It made me lose the little respect for him I had after his own episode. It takes a speech by Cook, the character who got his great redemption (even though he broke out of prison, but here he says “he did his time” – he allowed himself to leave because he did all the growing he had to do?), to make Freddie realize that he’s a selfish twat, but the only good thing he does in this episode, the only right thing he does (realizing how bad John is for Effy not because he’s jealous of how close he is to her, but because he sees that she is worse off after the treatment), gets him killed in the end. I am probably in the minority here thinking that the execution was done rather well: the not-at-all creepy music carried on throughout the beginning of the scene in which Freddie walked into the mansion, it carried on throughout as John’s mask dropped, and all of a sudden nothing was okay anymore, the door was locked, and he didn’t even drop his game face as he walked upstairs with the baseball bat, delivering the grand villain’s speech: John: “I admit I was arrogant, stupid, I made mistakes. I got too close. I feel terrible. I care too much.”
Freddie: “Stay away from her.”
John: “I’m too human. We are essentially creatures of instincts, passing whims, are really our most profound moments…I can’t let you have her, I’m afraid. She really does love you, you know.”
Freddie: “Hey come on. Just open the door, okay?”
Then there is screaming, and cries of pain, and blood on the frosted glass (somehow, the scene seemed even creepier when the camera pulled back to reveal that this all happens in the room under the staircase). Неделю тут не было..Высказатся не кому было…
Ужасная неделя была….
Умерламоя любимая бабушка…МОЯ!
Мне так стыдно передней…За последние 2 года..Я не звонила и не писала..а она ждала…ждала..я такой скотиной себя чувствую..я хочу тольк что бы она простила меня…
Она ведь была замечательная..Мы могли просто сидеть и сптеничать..Она не осуждала меня…не ругала просто так…Я любила и буду ее любить…КОльцо, что она подарила..Навсегда останется у меня…
Я тебя люблю..Моя любимая бабушка..Очень люблю(
Прости..прости меня..
Прости…Накипело…
Зай, я ни чего против этого не имею. Мне нравится секс! Даже очень…Но сейчас хочется совсем не этого, хочется простых отношений…Как до того, как у нас было..Нет, не на всегда такое, просто в данный переод..Мне хочется просто беситься, смеяться, разговаривать…ПРОСТО лежать рядом с тобой…Меня с головой засосало во всю обыденность…Я реже смеюсь..Чаще грущу… Пойми, я просто хочу чегото еще…А не только лежать целоватся, обниматся и трахаться…Это круто, да!Очень круто… Но сейчас мне хочется другого…Правда..Может я по этому такая? Пожет по этому так странно себя веду?Я не знаю..Честно говоря..Мне больно от того, что ты хочешь меня видеть одной, а я сейчас другая… Я не из тех, кто постоянно хочет секса и..Эм..а это в общем то не важно…Но секса я тоже хочу, просто не вданный переод..Пойми и ты меня…Я стараюсь, стараюсь ради тебя! Я пытаюсь быть такой, какую ты для себя меня нарисовал… Просто не сейчас…Сейчас я не хочу играть..А хочу. .Хочу чего то по мимо секса…вот и все (Я люблю…Очень люблю тебя…Но внутри сейчас такая вот штука…
Никогда еще себя так странно не чувствовала, внутри… То ли внутренняя свобода, то ли внешняя незащищенность от любых мелочей, что расстаривают. Так хочется определенности, ласки и заботы… Но в последнее время я все это вижу меньше и меньше…. Люди, что с вами?(Я эгоистка, я знаю…Но затоя вас люблю….Нет…Не это хотела сказать. Как всегда мысли ушли в сторону… Опять пишу на уроках…. Уже вся сумка вмаленьких исписанных личточках…
—"Ты там что, поэмы пишешь?"
— "типа того"…
Хах…Запуталась, сама не понимаю чего хочу… Вроде и ко всему тянет, но так лень что либо делать…
Зайчик, яхотела сказать еще, что я тебя безумно люблю, и жизни без тебя не представляю…Тытот, кому я посвещаю свою жизнь! Запомни это, я не променяю человека от которого хочу детей, на мелкую интрижку для поднятия самооценки.
Запиши себе это куда нибудь) I Love You!
а давай будет просто " в выходные мы будем трахаться, а на буднях мне будет похуй где ты, что ты, с кем ты"
так наверное каждый парень мечает….пздц(
хм… Иногда такое странное ощущение внутри… Вотты живешь… Любишь, дышишь, чувствуешь…Думаешь! А дальше что? Не задумывались? Смерть.
Хм..Что послее нее?Кудаденутся все воспоминания, люди, встречи, память… Куда се это пропадет из ТВОЕЙ головы… Я когда задуммываюсь, мне страшно стновится..а вам?
зайка) ты не представляешь, как ты меня изменил за это время! я благодарна тебе, за всеэто) И я безумно горжусьтобой) Ведь не каждый парень может быть таким, поверь, многие девушки, которых я знаю очень лестно отзываются о тебе) И часто говорят. что очень редко бывают такие парни… Милые, добрые, нежные, заботливые, романтичные, вечно веселые, всегда готовые помочь и поддержать! Ты… О тебе можно только мечтать, знаешь, я не думала, что такие есть) И вот… На тебе) Такое счастье мое) И это счастье, меня любит) Ты не представляешь, как это классно) Просыпаться и знать, что сейчас кто-то думает о тебе… Кто-то так же безумно тебя любит…Я ужепросто не представляю своей жизни без тебя… Да и я уже непомню свою жизнь ДО тебя… Есть только ты, остальное не важно…
не день, а сказка…зайка, я бееезумно счастлива)
Ты самый классный парень в мире…
Мне сейчас просто не описать, то счастье которое я испытываю… Только находясь рядом с тобой, я такая…
Ну почему нельзябыло остаться и уснуть вместе… Провесть ночь..В двоем…Просто обнявшись, так же смотреть фильмы…А потом заснуть(Зайчик.. Я обожаю тебя))
З.Ы. Расписка все же у меня)) 0ууууурааааааа
Только не заплакать, только не заплакать…
Главное зайти домой, там он уж точно не увидит…
ДА Я НЕНАВИЖУ ЭТОГО ЧЕЛОВЕКА! ДА Я ЕГО ПРЕЗЕРАЮ! ОН ПОСЛЕДНИЙ КАБЕЛЬ. ОН УЕБИЩЕ.Я НЕНАВИЖУ КОГДА ТЫ ПРОИЗНОСЧИШЬ ЕГО ИМЯ ПРИ ЭТОМ ДОБАВЛЯЯ КАК ОН ИЗМЕНИЛСЯ И ЧТО ВЫ ПОМИРИЛСЬ…..БОЛЬНО МНЕ..ПОНЯТЬ МОЖЕШЬ?Я РАЗБИТЬ ГОЛОВУЮ СВОЮ ГОТОВА, ЛИШЬ БЫ НИ КОГДА НЕ СЛЫШАТЬ О НЕМ! ОН РАЗ ТЕБЯ НАСТРОИЛ. НАСТРОИТ И ДВА. ПОХУЙ. СВЕТЕ- ПО-ХУ-Й! ЯСНО. ПЛЕВАТЬ ЧТО Я СЛЕЗАМИ ДАВЛЮСЬ..МНЕ ПОХУЙ
зайка, знаешь, что я скажу?
я дура! Дура, что так сильно люблю.
Не зря говорят, что утро добрым не бывает(
1- не выспалась
2- ждала как дура
3- ты меняешься! Меняешься НЕ в лучшую сторону
Хотя.Это твое…Твоя жизнь. Ты всегда будешь делать так, как хочется тебе, а не твоей девушке истеричке… Прости меня, за меня.
Но мне кажется, что ты охладел.((
Даже после всех слов..Даже после кольца на цепочке..Я боюсь до одури что там кто то будет…Я уверена.Уверена, что девушки на тебя уже засматриваются…Эм, жаль, что ну ни как не убрать все из головы это!
ну это уже както по лучше будет.
хоотя….хм…
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