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In a truly devastating and heartbreaking development, it has been revealed that Robert Sheehan, aka Nathan from Misfits. will no longer be a part of Britain’s favourite gang of delinquents.

I find the rather muted response from media outlets and fans alike as rather treacherous. Sheehan was not only the humour so critical to the success of the show’s compelling 2 season run, but also the most enigmatic and talented performer amongst a strong cast.

I don’t blame the show’s producers, Sheehan wishes to expand his presence in film, where no doubt he sees a prosperous future.

We will get to see him grace the Misfits stage for an online webi-sode that will explain his departure.

Yet, from a fan of the show’s perspective, one has to wonder how Misfits can survive in the post-Nathan era. …

Never fear, Rudy will be there: Rudy can’t fail. Wait, who’s Rudy?

He’ll be a new super-charged character…

Just plonk a dufus named ‘Rudy’ in the void and all will be well.  He’ll turn a few tricks and the discontent amongst the causal johns will dissipate. The Ficus’ fury, on the other hand, will endure.

Worst case scenario is that the Rud-ster will be so highly derivative of Nathan that he’s like a cheap knock-off from Chinatown. Conversely, he’ll be a character named Rudy, slightly gimpish in his sincerity, scratching his nether-regions as he attempts to find a way into our hearts.

Either way, he aint no Nathan.

I wish Robert all the best; thanks for the laughs and the memories. To Rudy, as of now uncast, I say: You can’t fix a broken heart, no matter how big your tool, you super-charged fool.

A forlorn Misanthropic Ficus

Source: The Press Association

My owners have seen fit to move me over to this location


The spawn of Monty Burns and ET?

Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes now. Geez, that was bad. This was a series which felt as if it had only just begun. It was fall of undefined characters and undeveloped relationships and Franky. Oh Franky, ‘don’t label me’ Franky. The post-label, post-sexual, post-gender, pre-human Franky. It’s as if the writers remembered the joy of having an enigmatic and ambiguous talent in ‘Effy’ and decided to replicate her…but something went horribly wrong…and Franky was born!

There were a couple of standout episodes, although looking back now I like Rich’s episode less and less. Nick was the most interesting character, he underwent serious transformation and I imagine next season we’ll see him rise like a phoenix from the ashes of his former skin.

But overall it was all too familiar, all too ‘Skins-Lite’. There was too much melodrama (ficus-off wedding). The characters just seemed to hover on the edge of oblivion. Sure, previous Skins generations did a lot of drugs. But it was interspersed with meaningful connections…and…and…JJ.

Moreover, the humour at the start of the series quickly dissipated. Usually this doesn’t occur until the second series of each generation. This doesn’t bode well.

In conclusion,  the acting was fairly ordinary, the characters were deformed clones, the stories stale and seemingly inconsequential.

Skins may be dead friends.

But hey, it’s still better than the American travesty, right?

And the Brits still have Misfits.

Until next time

Keep watching your screens

A Misanthropic Ficus


My owners have seen fit to move me over to this location