I accidentally stumbled across an episode of Sheena whilst flicking through the hundreds of free channels that come with TV packages, located between the documentaries about Nazi occultism and morning infomercials. Having had no prior exposure to Sheena, or any clue what it was about, it turned out to be quite the viewing experience.
So here's what I see in that episode. We are introduced to a woman called Sheena, who on first glance is a Tarzan/Jane of the jungle knock-off, living in the jungles of Africa whilst wearing nothing but a leopard print bikini. Just as I was wondering where a feral jungle woman was able to acquire platinum hair dye and eye shadow, Sheena wanders over to a jeep and starts a conversation with civilisation, or rather, an orange faced hunk called Matt. In the subject of that episode, Sheena and Matt plan to go on a date. Sheena knows only the laws of the jungle and nothing about dating, so she spends the whole evening asking "when do we get to the sex"? Matt, who doesn't seem able to flex and think at the same time, sits there grunting and looking confused.
I had genuinely thought I had stumbled onto the badly acted intro to a porn movie, incongruously airing on day time television right after a show about shark hunting. It was only after twenty minutes, where no sex actually came of anything, that I was convinced otherwise, and had to put my trousers back on.
So if there's no sex, what happens in that episode? We are introduced to a hippy lady with a hypnotising dog whistle, which she uses to coax wildlife into killing people she doesn't like. Sheena herself fights one of the deadly animals, but not before putting on an extra revealing, black-face panther costume. At this point I'm hammering away at the keyboard, trying to google what the fuck I'm watching. Perhaps there is a lot of expansive backstory I'm missing from the Sheena saga? It turns out so.
The worst discovery I made when looking things up online was that this show was produced 17 years ago, giving me a harrowing reminder of the onward progression of time, frittered away on this exact sort of shit. I can recommend Sheena to anyone hoping to experience mortal dread, combined with a sense of sheer hopelessness in the face of the banality of their own existence.
So When Does the Sex Happen?
I accidentally stumbled across an episode of Sheena whilst flicking through the hundreds of free channels that come with TV packages, located between the documentaries about Nazi occultism and morning infomercials. Having had no prior exposure to Sheena, or any clue what it was about, it turned out to be quite the viewing experience.
So here's what I see in that episode. We are introduced to a woman called Sheena, who on first glance is a Tarzan/Jane of the jungle knock-off, living in the jungles of Africa whilst wearing nothing but a leopard print bikini. Just as I was wondering where a feral jungle woman was able to acquire platinum hair dye and eye shadow, Sheena wanders over to a jeep and starts a conversation with civilisation, or rather, an orange faced hunk called Matt. In the subject of that episode, Sheena and Matt plan to go on a date. Sheena knows only the laws of the jungle and nothing about dating, so she spends the whole evening asking "when do we get to the sex"? Matt, who doesn't seem able to flex and think at the same time, sits there grunting and looking confused.
I had genuinely thought I had stumbled onto the badly acted intro to a porn movie, incongruously airing on day time television right after a show about shark hunting. It was only after twenty minutes, where no sex actually came of anything, that I was convinced otherwise, and had to put my trousers back on.
So if there's no sex, what happens in that episode? We are introduced to a hippy lady with a hypnotising dog whistle, which she uses to coax wildlife into killing people she doesn't like. Sheena herself fights one of the deadly animals, but not before putting on an extra revealing, black-face panther costume. At this point I'm hammering away at the keyboard, trying to google what the fuck I'm watching. Perhaps there is a lot of expansive backstory I'm missing from the Sheena saga? It turns out so.
The worst discovery I made when looking things up online was that this show was produced 17 years ago, giving me a harrowing reminder of the onward progression of time, frittered away on this exact sort of shit. I can recommend Sheena to anyone hoping to experience mortal dread, combined with a sense of sheer hopelessness in the face of the banality of their own existence.