April 14, 2008
Please come in and
have a seat. Would you like to try our Turn a New Leaf Salad, a tart dish
with watercress, arugula, and a miso dressing? Perhaps you’ll have a
palate-cleansing basil lemonade to follow? When done, you might just leave
with a small bit of hope that things may change in Port Charles.
I believe that Sonny
wants to transform himself at last, that he wants to find a way out of the
mob for his family’s safety. I believe that Johnny proceeds with his eyes
wide open from here on out, that he gets how the “code” of mobster life is
balderdash. It is all about power; seeking honor and protecting loved ones
is but a façade behind which to hide. I believe that Carly finally,
FINALLY, realizes that choosing to raise her son with mobsters, regardless
of any inner goodness in those men, was a selfish decision. Heck, I even
believe that Diane and Max will continue to see that there is blood on their
hands even though they are but accessories. I don’t yet believe that this
tragedy will actually change anything on the landscape of the show. Why?
Because our head writer describes the show as “…romance during wartime, for
lack of a better term.” If that’s supposedly the focus of our show, then
Michael being shot will but briefly bring clarity into the lives of our main
characters. Sure, change could happen and I’ll continue to hope for it but
for now, I’ll just enjoy throwing tomatoes as the emperors parade through
town wearing their new clothes.
I’m seriously in love
with Kate mentoring Maxie. I’m not in love with Kate’s unwavering support
of Sonny, as she seems to have forgotten she ever had apprehensions about
dating a mob man. She’s the only person in town not having those thoughts
presently, which just confounds me. I’m choosing to believe that she sees
Sonny as a man in desperate need of support and once he’s past the darkness
of having a child in a coma, she’ll cut all ties. A girl can dream, can’t
she?
Strangely, I think
casting Lulu back in role of a villain makes me enjoy her character again.
She hasn’t been this outwardly snotty since she plotted with Diego to break
up the newly wed Georgie and Dillon Quartermaine. Villainy just suits her
better than being the flame to which all young men are drawn. Don’t get me
wrong, just because I can watch this Lulu does mean I’m on her side. I’m
still Team Maxie, all the way!
It has been so nice
to have friend scenes the past couple of weeks! Liz and Robin talked about
life with Jason, Leyla got Nadine to admit that she does have feelings for
Nikolas, and Alexis and Diana continue to be pure fun. These scenes just
add so much to the overall make-up of the show because they can give us a
chance to understand character motivations without having to resort to
voiceovers. The increasing amount of scenes like these and all of the
reflection on the innate fallacies of mob life heartens this viewer’s
daytime-watching soul. Now, if they could just spread out the screen time
more evenly...I know, I’m dreaming again.
Wasn’t Monica’s new
hairdo nice? The lowlights and shorter length become her. At least she got
to appear in front of the judge looking her best!
I’m glad someone is
encouraging Luke to try and be heart healthy even if it is just Alice. Has
his heart attack been transformed into nothing more than just a gag? That
crazy Luke, drinking his scotch even though each sip is building up like
seismic energy by a fault line--what a crazy guy!
Sometimes, when I’m
able to get past the inappropriate chemistry that defines the Zacchara
siblings, I see them as something else. Something fishy. Something like a
pair of moray eels circling their prey. I realize my knowledge of eel
behavior is limited to the Little Mermaid animated film but that’s how I see
them, ready to strike out at any little crab floating their way.
Claudia strolls
through the Quartermaine mansion just like another character used to do in
the mid-90s with her short dresses and long, dark hair. Yep, she reminded
me of Brenda as she flirted with Edward. Intentional? Probably not but I
figured I’d note it down just in case.
Ian’s quite the piece
of work, isn’t he? Not just anyone can shoot a kid in the head then calmly
assist in the same child’s surgery minutes later. Are we sure he’s not some
sort of cyborg? I think evil robots have yet to be covered in daytime.
I still can’t get
into The Tale of the Prince’s Grinning Tumor. Besides the obvious
selfishness of letting himself waste away rather than be a parent for his
son, there’s the fact that I was never a fan on Nik and Emily. This entire
supposedly romantic story just falls flat for me. Heck, my favorite pairing
for Nik is still Gia. I don’t think our prince should be matched up with
demure little princesses who can do no wrong but women with fire and spunk
instead. Emily’s been boring for me for so long that I just can’t wait for
her to float off into the light. But I do still mourn the loss of yet
another Quartermaine especially since the first of their next generation was
just put into a coma. I likewise bemoan the return of Nik’s blubbering
sorrow. He cries like a spoiled five-year old who doesn’t want to take a
nap. Alfred must think there’s a beached whale onshore once Nik starts
wailing.
Come back next
week—we’re going to install a new dartboard by the back wall with
interchangeable faceplates for all the characters. Methinks Nadine is
eyeing the one with Emily’s photo already!
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