As seasoned EastEnders watchers will know, one of the soap's main strengths is the way it sets up a scene, repeats the same scene over and over again for approximately six months, before resolving the matter in a uniquely unsatisfying, extraordinarily violent way. The Mitchell sisters are a case in point. Locked in a Groundhog Day soap tunnel for quite some time, Ronnie discovers happiness for four minutes before it is cruelly dashed whilst Roxy makes bizarre, seemingly random decisions whilst pushing a buggy.
Last night Ronnie blanked jug-eared Jack, who promptly stormed round to Roxy to chide her for lying in order to get him into bed. I couldn't have given more of a fig. These two were fun when they turned up. Ronnie was dark in a good way. Roxy was just the right side of a dolt. Now Mitchell Sister no.1 pokes holes in johnnies with a pin while Mitchell Sister no.2 invites the man who effectively killed her niece round for something to do. Following this trajectory anything could happen. Why not have Danielle dug up, varnished and mounted on a plinth outside the Vic? That would certainly stir things up in the Square!
Fatally, the Mitchell blondes were anchored to Jack Branning, a one note character who was seemingly invented to peg storylines around. Failing to develop yet in endless circulation, like a cheesey dip at a party, he is more concept than man and has drained the life force from these poor women. He's Nosferatu with Brylcreem.
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