February 5, 2007
Once again, we are
dishing it up live from the MetroCourt. The special of the week is a
delightful hostage hot pot, full of curried tofu and a unique blend of
mobster, health care professionals and hotel staff. May I also recommend
Maxie’s mahi-mahi? It’s spicy, feisty, and sure to keep any hostage taker
amused for hours. 12 of them, actually.
In keeping with the
esteemed soap opera tradition of repetition, we had to watch the opening
explosion four times from different perspectives. I was excited for the
first showing but after three more, I fail to see how focusing a camera on
one character for an extra ten seconds creates a new perspective. Of
course, these are the same folks who believe giving a character two minutes
of screen time a month is enough to constitute a storyline. By their
standards, Anna Devane had a rousing good story this summer. Sure, if her
spying on Alcazar had been fleshed out, we’d probably understand the
importance of this shipment more and subsequently, this whole sweeps story,
but I’m sure the writers thought we had plenty of back story going into this
already—you know, because Alcazar mentioned the shipment twice.
Back to the explosion
sequence, how hilarious was it to watch as a Korn music video? I bet they
were so proud of their fancy video edits too, not realizing that anyone who
posts to YouTube does a better job with mvids. GH, stick to montages,
please!
I loved Tracy’s déjà vu
moment connecting back to the Port Charles Hotel fire. If the characters
know they’re repeating storylines, why don’t the writers get it? In
addition to growing a sixth sense, Tracy has been looking gorgeous lately.
Her hair should always be that shiny red shade. It dazzles me every time I
see her. I really hope that she and Luke actually get a solid romance
soon. We know they both care about each other now—let’s see that get acted
on! I got chills when he caressed her cheek last summer.
Moment of the week for
me: Maxie telling Three that her mother’s been in Texas forever taking care
of her “tenacious” grandmother. Aw, Maxie, what a nice way to describe how
Mariah just wont die. I think she’s probably immortal, personally, and just
going through a rough patch for the past few years. Perhaps Mariah’s
actually an Aztec goddess? Maybe Felicia isn’t really taking care of her
but is learning how to become immortal herself. It could happen—heck
anything can happen on a show where half the town had a vampire invasion
while the other half didn’t even lift an eyebrow.
It is increasingly
difficult to watch Alan Quartermaine on screen, knowing that he’s soon to
sing and dance his way into soap opera heaven. I was tearing up while
watching him take control of Robin’s care. He gently hands out orders to
his “staff” and takes on the matter at hand with grace. Oh, Alan, please
don’t head towards that Q Mansion in the sky! Yes, your mother’s there but
we all know AJ isn’t really. Here’s hoping Monica smuggles you to the same
place she smuggled him after his “death.”
I’m actually
appreciating the level heads of the mob crew during this crisis. While they
are an amoral bunch of screen hoggers, they can at least come in handy
during an emergency. Plus, it’s very satisfying to watch Mr. Craig see
right through the various diversions they’ve created. I know he’ll
eventually lose out, but I’m rooting for him in the mean time.
Next week, we’re working
on perfecting an angel food cake that’s perfect for smuggling guns to the
hostages while also maintaining its light and fluffy texture—much like a mob
business that doesn’t deal in drugs or prostitution. Jason’s on hand to
give us some tips if we can’t pull it off. He says the secret ingredient
is love.
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