I just cannot get over my love of Anna Devane, y’all.
Admittedly, her heyday was a bit before my time, and before this, all I’d seen of her was YouTube clips and her occasional visits the last few years. I knew she was being misused under Guza, obviously. But watching her now with material that’s actually decent? That man should be in prison for criminal misuse of a national treasure.
Finola Hughes is clearly capable of so much more than hilarious Eli Love shenanigans, and I’m loving every second her her screen time with with Luke, John, Patrick, Tracy, Mac… and perhaps especially with Elizabeth. Theirs is not the likeliest of friendships, but the scenes where Anna was overcome by the sight of Luke and Lulu (and not just because Luke giving a crap about his daughter is still a novelty) were truly lovely:
I love that Elizabeth instantly understood what Anna was feeling, just by looking at her. I love the honesty of them both admitting how seeing other people with their happy, living children was painful. And I love them commiserating over being the ones left behind to shoulder the burden of every day life while their respective co-parents are off traveling the world and ignoring reality.
Women, talking to each other about the feelings and lives! What does Ron Carlivati think this is, a soap opera or something? Next you’ll be telling me Alexis and Tracy got to share some scenes that were funny without making either of them the butt of the joke…
OH WAIT. Hey, you know how Guza seemed to be under the impression the sun would implode if two women over forty were alone in a scene together for more than five seconds? Yeah.
Have I mentioned how glad I am he’s gone?
Jason, Jason, Jason… you just can’t catch a break, can you? I mean first your wife gets raped, which was bad enough for you. But now she’s carrying her rapist’s baby! And nagging you all the time to help her figure out how you’re going to deal with this as a couple instead of focusing on the MUCH more important issue of logging all her daily conversations with other people. (Priorities, Sam!)
Then she goes and gets kidnapped and nearly killed by a maniac–and insult to injury, she also has the gall to be rescued by someone else? Oh, Jason. How awful that must be for you.
Doesn’t she realize how hard it is for you when anyone else gets to save the day? But no, she’s all “let me talk to you about my trauma” and “the fact that I’m alive is more important that the identity of the person who saved my life.” As if!
(And to top it all off, instead of understanding that your need to threaten the man who saved her life is waaaay more important than making sure she’s all right, she up and left the hospital without waiting for you? Talk about an unsupportive spouse!)
Ahahahaha… okay, sarcasm aside: Jason is clearly awful. But I do like the new regime’s seeming commitment to remembering Jake, and to reinstating the Elizabeth/Jason friendship:
I have no idea if this is actually leading to anything serious. I’m certainly not about to hold my breath waiting for Sam and Jason to break up any time soon. And I believe Liz when she told Sam she had no desire to get in between their marriage. (The way he’s acting right now, can you blame her?)
But even if it’s just heading to more scenes of them talking and being there for each other in a platonic way, as two people who have known each other very well for a very long time… I’m on board.
(Seriously, though — Jason: needs a punch in the balls like nobody’s business, Y/Y?)
Lest you think I’m being too hard on poor Jason up above: never fear! Sonny is around to make him look like a freaking saint in comparison:
SONNY: Yeah, I’m bipolar, but it doesn’t give you, you know, a free pass to cheat on the person that you love.
Yeah! Being bipolar only gives you a free pass to abuse the people that you love with violent tantrums and emotional manipulation!
SONNY: I never made excuses and blamed someone else on ruining their lives!
ME: *literally speechless*
So, yeah. That happened.
But great news, everyone! Port Charles must have enacted a new law, because suddenly it is illegal to hold someone at gunpoint — even if you don’t kill them! (Starr was surprised too. I mean, who knew?)
The police must be ecstatic — imagine how much easier it will be to put Sonny away now!
Gee, if only this law was in effect last week, when he was shooting at Johnny and Kate… or the week before that, when Tracy was on the stand in open court, testifying that Sonny had threatened to shoot Anthony in her living room… or last month, when his cop son found him pointing a gun at Johnny in his living room… or last year, when multiple witnesses saw him actually shooting off a gun in Robin and Patrick’s living room… or–well. You get the idea.
But no more! Because the new law’s most enthusiastic proponent is on the case, making sure the streets are safe from gun-wielding lunatics. And I’m sure Michael will feel equally as enthusiastic about it the next time Sonny’s caught waving his dick gun around in public! (Stop laughing.)
But guess what? NONE OF THAT MATTERS. Because Starr’s arrest brought us this:
TODD! TÉA! NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN, MY LOVELIES!
So, Todd is a free man now — for both the Victor thing and the Tomás thing. By reason of insanity, which is fitting, since, you know, the only reason he thinks he’s guilty is a hallucination of his dead mother told him so. (SOAPS!) But no one knows Victor isn’t really dead and everyone still hates his guts.
Meanwhile, Téa is about a gazillion months pregnant. And beautiful. And perfect. And I love her. MARRY ME, TÉA! Okay, okay, enough fangirling. But I want you to know that my reaction to her entrance was pretty much this:
ANYWAY. Todd was his usual funny, self-deprecating, charming self. And — also as usual — Starr was fifteen times more likeable in his presence. I loved her initial anger and flinches away from his tentative touches. But then by the end when she was ready to admit how glad she was to see him? Oh, how my heart melted. OH, MANNINGS.
Hopefully tomorrow we’ll get an explanation for Blair’s absence. But presumably she’s the one who sent her best girlfriend down to look after her baby girl. BLESS YOU, BLAIR.