There are still moments of magic here but, with fewer jokes and more worthy writing, the show that used to speed by is starting to feel very long indeed
The third series of Sex Education (Netflix) opens with a montage as celebratory/disgusting as its predecessor in season two (delete according to taste, though if you’re in the latter camp, you’re probably better off not watching a show called Sex Education). Then, it was Otis (Asa Butterfield) discovering the pleasures of onanism. This time, it’s everyone discovering the pleasures of everything from alien cosplay to VR porn. Miss Sands is even doing it with Colin on drums.
All seems to be well, as this glorious opening suggests that the various elements the show has always held in perfect balance will be happily united once more. Affection, ribaldry and humour laid over a responsible seriousness towards the lives and loves of its adolescent characters and a fearlessly unhip honesty about issues that face them has always been the USP of Laurie Nunn’s wonderful creation.
