December 25, 2006
It’s a
holiday menu this week. Maxie took her gingerbread baby out of the oven
already. Alexis is experimenting with a new herb that’ll make any stuffing
taste delicious. If fruitcake’s what you prefer, then I know this nanny
who’s looking for a new job…
Maxie is
ballsy. Very few bad girls would willingly throw themselves down stairs.
It’s even more risky when you consider how very many ways her beloved Pillow
could have been discovered before she had a chance to unstuff it. I pulled
for the scheme to work merely because it was so improbable. Sure, you could
say she did it out of stupidity but I say Maxie’s just willing to give her
quest for Lucky all she’s got, even at the risk of discovery. Desperate
times and all that. Poor Lucky; there’s few things more traumatizing than
losing your pillow. I can really see this all working out for Maxie.
She’ll get Lucky right when Liz decides she wants him back—maybe after
Cameron gets a bullet in his Easter basket courtesy of Jason’s enemies? I’m
thinking May sweeps.
The
stairs of Port Charles may have more clout than any other fixture, actors
included. The moment a character gets pregnant, I’m sure their leader, the
Q’s staircase, marches into Guza’s office and lays it on the line. “This
pregnant lady is going to take a tumble or we’re walking out. Got it?”
Guza has to submit. How would he create pregnancy drama without them?
Scrubs
are much more enjoyable when you skip ahead immediately after hearing
“AIDS” or “HIV.” I thought those were some lovely scenes about renting
Patrick an apartment. Those two are adorable and he got the room so
easily! What’s that you say? There was an idiot landlord? I never saw
that. Just two people who leased an apartment and then made whoopee.
Ignorance is bliss. If fast forwarding doesn’t work for you, make it a
drinking game instead. You’ll be looking forward to that shot the next time
Robin says “endstage.”
Bobbie’s
hair has been gorgeous lately. It’s such a vibrant shade of red—very
seasonal! I’m glad Carly finally mentioned that Jerry almost married her
mother. It needed to be said. Of course, I’d prefer if mother and daughter
had a good chuckle over almost being sisters-in-law, but asking for history
to be addressed is but a Christmas fantasy on this show. Instead, Carly
spews the line out with lightning speed and then, two scenes later, we have
Jax saying that Jerry’s never had a serious relationship. I hope he doesn’t
say that again when his future mother-in-law is within earshot. He’d fall
out of Bobbie’s favor real fast.
My
favorite line of the week: “I’m way too sick to prosecute myself.” Nancy
Lee Grahn is so good at the deadpan delivery of her lines. I think it may
be why I love Alexis so much. She gets such gems to say and just says them
simply, letting the humor grab you all on its own. I also learned my peer
pressure lesson from Sam, who basically bullied Alexis into trying the
marijuana. It was a flashback to DARE classes in the 6th grade
for me. I think I too played the pressuring friend during one of our
exercises. Sam should have told Alexis that all the cool kids were doing
it. It works like a charm every time.
Next
week we’re serving up a tasty risotto of parsley and babynapper,
complemented with a nice glass of Tattooed Priest, a rare vintage. It’s
sure to satisfy all your needs for villainy, but just in case you need a
little extra kick, there’s an evil grandmother lurking out of sight. Enjoy!
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