May 29, 2008
They were once so
close. They lived the same life. Every glance exchanged was full of
understanding. There were spats, sure, and sometimes other people but
nothing seemed to come between them for long. When did this happen? Did
they just grow apart so naturally that outsiders couldn’t tell until it was
too late? I’m talking, of course, of the estrangement of Sonny and Jason.
Once upon a time, Sonny
and Jason were the best of friends, men who had each other’s backs through
thick and thin. Now, they seem to have reverted into a boss and employee
relationship with plenty of bad blood between the two. These last couple
days, with Sonny essentially ordering Jason to take over the mob, giving no
thought to Jason’s own happiness, signed the Dear John letter for me. I
think I may have squeed when Jason told Sonny that he doesn’t get to live a
nice life after what they’ve done to Michael. Preach it brother, and would
you mind dropping by Kate’s to give her a similar sermon? She still needs
more proof that, even if you love someone, it’s not always wise to be with
him. I’m still holding out hope that she’ll go packing once she finds out
Sonny and Carly slept together, but my faith in her mental abilities is
waning. What happened to that no nonsense editor of last year? Oh yeah,
Sonny.
Grief sex is a common
human behavior and even though I hate watching Carly and Sonny pull into the
Dysfunction Junction yet again, it made sense to me. I even think it was
played well—they weren’t pretending it was good for either or them, just an
instinct and a bad one at that. Both instantly regretted it but I have
little doubt they will downplay it completely once they learn about that
little kiss between Jax and Kate. What?!?!? You kissed him/her!?!? That’s
unforgivable! Never mind that I’ve cheated on you twice now!
Nikolas has excelled in
the rescuing damsels department this week, which I must say surprises me--I
thought Jason had a monopoly on that market. Claudia’s already playing the
Gothic Mobstress; will she segue seamlessly into a Gothic Princess instead?
Those insane genes of hers might be too much for Nikolas’ Cassadine blood to
resist, perky nurses be damned! Has he ever been paired with a wild woman?
Gia had some fire, sure, but she was harmless. As for Katherine Bell, I
refuse to remember that she had an affair with Nikolas. Much like there was
never anyone named Eckert living in Port Charles.
I’m flabbergasted that
Jason mentioned AJ again and is readily admitting, to Robin no less, that he
was wrong to steal his brother’s child away and wrap him in swaddling
clothes made out of body bags. I’m just amazed.
My line of the week,
courtesy of Mr. Luke Spencer? “I’m very generous with my swizzle sticks.”
Is there any reason why
Jax, or for that matter, Luke, can’t have better-written exit storylines?
The way he leaves Carly right after or before any crisis is just
ridiculous. I’ve never been a big Jax fan but even I know he’s not an
asshole, yet the continual abandonment of his wife certainly makes him seem
like one. Would it be too hard just to not see him for a while rather than
have a storyline where he takes off? Carly could just say that Jax is out
of town on business or even that he’s in town, just not on our screens.
It’d be even less work to write than an out-of-character exit!
I’m rather enjoying the
video blog wars. It’s cute, therapeutic for the couple, and doesn’t involve
nearly as much bickering as usual for Robin and Patrick. Let’s let these
two stay happy and start tackling the bigger issues about the pregnancy. I
ready for the public service announcements about having a baby while being
HIV +. I’m ready to watch Robin consider possibly not living long enough to
see her child grow up. Sure, she probably will be fine but she has to be
thinking about the future regardless. Show me that, please!
As for my ‘bitch/whore’
count, there amazingly were none uttered this week. I somehow doubt TPTB
read my column where I ranted about the constant use of the terms but I’m
cautiously optimistic that they might not be said with such frequency as
they have been the last two months. I know; I’m setting myself up for
disappointment, which is why I’ll still be counting.
It’s been a tame list of
specials this sweeps period and I can’t complain; I’ve been a bit disastered
out with the sweeps of yore. So I’m preparing a comfy, nostalgic dessert to
send us through into June. Homemade ooey gooey marshmallows, Ghirdelli dark
chocolate squares, and cinnamon graham crackers—Smores for everyone! But
who will supply the fire?
The Gourmez
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