I know what you’re thinking. Sunset Beach!! I agree, that was a fantastic soap opera, but let’s consider just how wonderful The Tribe was. Set in a dystopian future in which a deadly virus had killed all humans apart from the world’s teenagers, it portrayed realistically just what said teens would do in such a scenario. Head to the shopping mall, fiddle around on computers, cake themselves in day-glo make up, shag each other, and huff around in big strops.
How they managed to keep any semblance of narrative going in such a limited geographical area (I never saw beyond the skip behind the mall) surely credits some sort of accolade. Any sparseness in the script (or acting ability) was more than compensated for in tight latex corsets and leather waistcoat/abs combos. And the accessorising. Oh, the accessorising – these kids, bound by the confines of the mall, were unceasingly inventive with a bindi. There seemed to be a lot of bindis in that mall.
Unfortunately, the show’s own story was to be a reminder to us all of that inescapable, onward march of time – it was cancelled after six years, because the show’s cast became too old. A metaphor for the media’s obsession with youth and our inevitable obsolescence once the years catch up with us? Perhaps. Sadly, I suppose there was only so many directions they could take this otherwise credible story in – I mean, they even had to get rid of Drazik from Heartbreak High eventually. But for now, let’s enjoy remembering the heartthrobs and inspirational styling of The Tribe.
Lex: the ‘bad boy’ of the mall, who loved his cycling gear, feathers and eye make up. Stomped around pissing everyone off, but you could always imagine him softening up behind closed doors and serenading you with a Korn song.
Personally, my heart belonged to Bray and his passionate eco-warrior beliefs (and pretty hair) -
Amber: bit annoying and worthy, plus she had Bray’s baby (jeal), but you can’t deny it – the girl had a way with a hair tie and green blusher:
Strong girl Ebony – deserves respect for constantly rocking nu-metal inspired latex in the searing heat of a post-apocalyptic mall in New Zealand, which I doubt had air conditioning.