So anyway, I tuned into Britain's worst soap (EastEnders, of course) to see if the drama of Laura's death could spice things up. Whilst it's great that Pat's being given something juicy to do at last (fit Janine up for laura's murder), I was shocked by just how Acorn-Antique-like the writing, acting and directing had become.
Worst offender on the acting front is Chris-Whats-His-Face who plays Spencer in the style of six-year-old in a nativity play, though the entire Watts and Slater clans are pretty dreadful as well. Hopefully the ongoing cast cleanout means they'll be recruiting some decent (and ideally fit) new actors - but unless the storylining team gets the bullet as well, we'll just be inflicted with more pointless love-triangle and gangsta plots until the viewing millions finally wise up and switch off.
May we congratulate Hannah Waterman and Charlie Brooks - two of only a handful of good actors in the soap - on having the good sense to realise their characters were descending into two-dimensional stereotypes destined to relive the same storylines forever, and bowing out while the going is (not very) good.
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