So, in the interest of my continuing sanity, I haven’t been watching any of Sonny’s trial. Because let’s face it:
1) The results are a foregone conclusion,
2) Sonny makes me physically ill, and —
3) General Hospital trials regularly strain credulity so far past the breaking point that they actually make the rest of the show’s portrayal of the legal system — where mob hitmen solve more crimes than the police do, two former mob attorneys can be DA, and women can be arrested for soliciting on the basis of… renting a hotel room with a man — seem reasonable and sane.
Fortunately, my fast forward finger wasn’t quick enough on the draw yesterday, and I ended up tuning in long enough to hear this:
JUDGE: What just took place in this courtroom was a mockery of jurisprudence, an open and egregious assault on the rule of law, and I hold all the participants equally responsible.
Well, you heard it, folks! Straight from the horse’s Bob Guza’s mouth. I… really couldn’t top that for commentary.
Elsewhere in Port Charles, the writers remembered that, hey! Maxie Jones has some health issues! And she also used to have a beloved sister! Who they killed off in a cheap ratings stunt! And who’s memory can now be exploited for maximum cheese value!
I could go on another long rant here about this show’s wasteful tendency to kill of young, female legacy characters in the stupidest ways possible and then later resurrect them in a fit of killer’s remorse in the most dramatically unsatisfying, ghostly/previously-unknown-evil-twin form possible.
But instead, I’d really like to bring up another issue, which is the apparent lack of fashion taste in Heaven, judging by ghost!Alan’s tracksuits and… whatever that thing is trying climb up the side of poor, long-suffering, otherwise absolutely lovely Lindze Letherman’s head:
I mean, really. I know that back when she was alive, the wardrobe department always made it their business to give Georgie the worst little girl style clothing they could — perhaps in an effort to disguise LL’s rather prodigious and un-childlike bosom. But the girl is dead now. She was murdered by a text-message wielding zombie. Can we not afford her just a little more dignity in ghost-form at least? Please?
Anyway, because my heart and soul have not (yet!) been completely murdered by this show, I admit I sniffled a little when she and Maxie had their tearful dream reunion. Of course, because in the version of the show which exists only in my head, Georgie’s death was actually faked because of some WSB business and she’s alive and well and solving crimes with her parents at the moment, I’m going to treat this as merely the hallucination it is. But still, it was nice to see the sisters together again, even if it was mostly in the service of propping the neverending Maxie/Spinelli relationship trainwreck.
This effing show, you guys.