Okay, let’s talk about this image, because I kind of love it. Don’t they look like they’re having fun? Planning a jailbreak, perhaps? Not a serious care in the world?
Dare I say it, like they’re off on some madcap adventure, of the type at which this show used to excel?
(Most likely somewhere down Mexico way, because all zany, madcap adventures happen in Mexico, and because Mexico — as you know if you’ve been taught geography solely by this show, in which case GOD HELP YOU — is about an hour away from upstate New York, along with every island in the Caribbean, most of South America, Martha’s Vinyard, Paris, and LA.)
But I digress.
The point is that this picture makes me LONG for a day when Dante and Lulu can extricate their unspeakable adorableness from the quagmire of Sonny-related trial nonsense and go have a light-hearted, old-fashioned romp involving foreign jail cells, silly disguises, over the top villains, wacky shenanigans, and possibly some nuns. NUNS AND SHENANIGANS, I SAY.
Is that too much to ask?
Also, am I completely crazy, or has the build up to Lulu’s abortion revelation actually been kind of soapy? And… good? I mean, for once, a secret from the past is being brought up in a believable and relevant way. And Julie Marie Berman’s infused Lulu with a subtle hurt that’s just really appealing.
I’m sure I’ll be ruefully shaking my head at this post in a few days, after the show’s handled the reveal with its typical sensitivity to women’s issues (meaning Dante’s all but implied she’s a baby-killing whore). But still, for the moment? I’m honestly looking forward to it.
Which just goes to show that I am an idiot and a glutton for punishment and probably deserve all the misery I have coming.