So I guess Johnny’s kind of a crazy supervillain now? Except for the part where he’s still squishy with feeelings, to the point where I really can’t tell if we’re supposed to hate him or feel bad for him or what.
ANTHONY: You surprise me, John. I didn’t think you had it in you to be so cold and calculating.
JOHNNY: Ah, c’mon, it runs in the family. You’re the one who convinced me to use Connie in the first place, right?
ANTHONY: Agreeing to a little bounce on the bed is one thing. But if Kate does what you’re suggesting, she could end up in a loony bin for rest of her life.
JOHNNY: As long as she’s out of my way.
HAHAHA… Oh, Anthony. That’s because he literally didn’t have it in him up until, like, THREE WEEKS AGO. (Hey, remember when Johnny was basically the only good man on this show? Good times.)
Anyway, Anthony’s finally dead, which is fine by me; sure, we’ve had some good times and all, but the wacky old man schtick got old a while ago. And, of course, emo feeelings Johnny is crying about all the terrible things he’s done and whining about Carly not loving him anymore while Crazy Supervillain Johnny’s busy having angry arguments with his grandfather’s ghost and framing Tracy for it instead of just — oh, I don’t know — dumping the body somewhere no one will ever find it? (Or, hey — framing Sonny for it?)
Meanwhile, the mentally ill woman he’s just conned into taking the fall for him has been in tip top form. Kudos to Kelly Sullivan — I don’t really believe that she’s Kate Howard, but I do believe that she is losing her ever-loving mind.
SONNY: Maybe she thinks I’m worth the risk.
KATE: [uncontrollable laughter] Yeah. Kate’s an idiot.
Oh, Konnie. Sometimes I really, really love you.
I was going to express my amazement at Sonny’s miraculous turn around this week, what with his actually comforting Kate, having a mature and self-aware conversation with Carly about mental illness and personal responsibility, and confessing he was wrong about Johnny.
(Seriously, the most infuriating part of this entire evil!Johnny turn of events is that the one time Sonny has actually admitted he was wrong to jump to conclusions about Johnny is also the one time when he was actually right about him. The mere thought of the smugness we’re going to be subjected to when the truth finally does come out makes me want to preemptively shoot myself in the head.)
But thankfully, before all the weird feelings of Sonny non-hate could confuse me too much, we came back to more solid ground, by which I mean DOUCHE CITY:
SONNY: We’re gonna take you out to a marsh, where it’s nice and quiet, where there’s nobody around for miles. I’m gonna use this little thing right here? And I’m going to put you out of your collective misery.
TODD: Well, I am honored that you would take the time out of your busy day to whack me personally.
SONNY: And then Milo’s gonna take what left of you to the harbor. And we’re going to throw you over the side.
TODD: So unpleasant. [Ed. note: WORD, Todd.]
SONNY: So you will never have to use that stupid little mouth of yours. You wanna know the best part? Michael and I are gonna send your daughter to prison for attempted murder and no know will ever know — not even the cops — what happened to Kate.
I love how effortlessly Todd punctures Sonny’s self-importance. If I wasn’t already quite fond of him, I could love him for that alone.
Elsewhere on the canvas… I actually don’t have much snark because I’m enjoying almost everything, even the Weekend at Bernie’s shenanigans at the Quartermaines’, because they provided an opportunity for five (five!) actors over the age of fifty to share a scene together. Granted, one of them was playing a corpse at the time, but I think it still counts.
But honestly, between: Carly showing self-awareness about her own less than faithful relationship history; Monica giving Jason a much needed kick in the ass about loving a child that isn’t biologically yours; some really lovely, back-to-basics frienship Liason scenes; Téa and John doing that comfortable brother/sister friend chemistry thing they do so well; and a new mayor who seems kickass and who loves Anna as much as I do… it’s been a pretty good week for me.
Also? Sam, finally, finally got the hug from her mother that I’ve been wanting her to get pretty much from the day she got back from her honeymoon:
And Molly, who under the previous regimes frequently made me want to beat her to death with a copy of Wuthering Heights, has suddenly become less grating and — dare I say? — grown up. She’s certainly more of a real person than a cliche now, which is nice.
And her reaction to hearing the truth about everything that happened with Franco kind of killed me:
MOLLY: I wish we could travel back in time.
SAM: Oh, yeah? Where would you go?
MOLLY: I’d go straight back to your wedding reception. That way, I could stop you from leaving. You’d never go to Hawaii and none of this would ever have happened.
It probably also helps that she now seems to hate Jason as much as I do. Oh, and instead of butting her nose into other people’s romances, she’s got one of her own.
I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I was glad to see Shawn and TJ again. I know! Crazy, right? (Also crazy? With the addition of the Mayor, we now have four African American characters on this show at one time. Getting lines and everything!)
Not to be left out, the last Davis girl showed up on Friday with a brand new face. Apparently four months at Yale can turn you from 17 to 30? If all else fails, she’s at least completely believable as the daughter of Nancy Lee Grahn and Maurice Bernard, so round of applause again for the casting department:
Since we saw NuKristina for all of five seconds on Friday, I’m reserving judgment until we see her chemistry with the rest of her family — particularly Michael — but so far, so good. She looks snotty, angry, and about to rip her father (hopefully) a new one, so… that’s Kristina, all right.
It’s sad to realize that there really are no guys she’s not related to in her age bracket right now. And hilarious to think that she and Johnny would now not seem so gross — but of course he’s only got eyes for cougars lately anyway. Maybe she and Starr can become BFFs? Frankly, both of them could use one.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m just happy to have all the Davis girls together again. And with a writer who actually liked families! (Psst, Carlivati — I demand lots of group hugs!)