A kid ate hash brownies on Shortland Street this week. This can only mean one thing: the whacky winter season is well and truly under way.
The Monday hour-long episodes ofShortland Streethave long been hyped using stylish promos, often filmed in some sort of Ferndale speakeasy populated by a fedora-wearing TK Samuels and the late Sarah Potts crooning a ballad. There's been none of the inexplicable '30s nonsense this time around. We dove straight into it. Take a seat and cut yourself a slice of brownie.
Shortland Street has been waning this year. During the 7pm showdown, it was revealed that more than 120,000 New Zealanders have switched off the soap in the past decade, with their 2005 ratings of 537,100 plunging to 409,200 in 2015. The Christmas cliffhanger last year was a sexy calendar shoot rather than a bach explosion. Serial killers have been swapped out for Santa-lookalike extras. Murderous Big Pharma villains have been replaced with Boyd doing 3D printing. Ferndale obviously needs to ramp it up.
Monday night's debut episode of the winter season started to slowly turn up the heat, but we're still nowhere near the sweet boiling point that produced Murray and Wendy's sex tape scandal. But what it lacked in ludicrous drama it compensated for with an excellent snapshot of the show's ongoing commitment to contemporary social issues in New Zealand.