Rosa Mooney

Where to start... I felt like I was watching a ten episode improv. Incredibly, I managed to finish the show but I feel that this was purely down to anticipating what unbelievably unrealistic event might happen next, and the fact that I'm stuck in quarantine and have nothing better to do! I have nothing against sexual scenes in Television but good god, they may as well have named the show 'sex'. Just about every character seems to have hooked up at some point within the first five episodes which made everything horribly predictable. I will admit that some of the beach and city scenes were beautiful, however it is Ibiza we have to thank for this. Sure, some of the club scenes did make me want to fly out and join Axel and co to party, however given that this was one of the shows few good qualities, it did not redeem any of it's many flaws. For a show whose base plot had wonderful potential 'White lines' was quite a let down from the very beginning. The characters were incredibly confusing and so multi-faceted that I began to almost lose track of who was who. The characterisation and script were a jumbled mess, with most scenes turning into some sort of exaggerated orgy, which to say the least was at times disturbing. As I write this review though I'm listening to one of the good tunes I found within the show, the soundtrack being one of the only things about 'White lines' that will resonate with me.