Main cast: Kate Vernon (Lanie), Kim Feeney (Kat Delaney), and David Bowie (The Host)
Director: Luke Scott

Oh, the bookend segments are back, and this time, David Bowie steps into Terence Stamp’s shoes. Why not have both of them share hosting duties? That would be double the classy cool camp factor that this show doesn’t deserve!

Although, while this may be blasphemy and perhaps Mr Bowie needs time to get into his role, I find myself preferring Mr Stamp’s brand of dry wit and dark humor during the bookend sessions. I know, I know, but I’m not paid to lie to everyone!

Skin Deep is all about dangerous ladies loving other dangerous ladies. 

Kim Feeney must really love being on this show, because this is her third appearance in a different role. She plays Kat Delaney, a woman that is still mooning over her ex. Her friend Lanie, frustrated that Kat is still holding out for someone that didn’t treat her that well, drags her a club in hopes that Kat can meet someone new. 

Well, Kat does meet someone new: an alluring dancer that promises her an experience that will blur pleasure with pain. Lanie warns her that the dancer, Roxanne, is into doing stuff with people that has a taste for that kind of thing, and she is convinced that Kat isn’t that kind of person.

Naturally, Kat doesn’t listen and decides to seek out Roxanne on her own. Since this isn’t an erotic romance, however, who wants to bet whether there is a happy ending… okay, let me rephrase that, happily ever after for Kat?

Oh boy, the best way I can describe this episode is that it has about 10 minutes of story and the rest is just Kim Feeny posing and posturing in various scenes like she’s a discount Kim Wilde doing a photo shoot, backed by the always annoying screeching sound that this show loves so much to use as background noise. 

It’s not like the denouement can’t be seen coming from a while away, as this episode is particularly clumsy with its foreshadowing moments. Hence, there are no surprises here, just loud grating noise and women striking a pose like it’s the 1980s again and the world is a never-ending Madonna music video. 

The whole thing is pure style over substance, and it’s not even innovative or interesting style. Rather, this looks like a rather embarrassing project of some film student, abandoned out of shame in some dorm room drawer until now. 

So yes, the title of the episode is prophetic. This thing goes only skin deep, and even then, just barely.