Boy, it sure is a shame Ron Carlivati and Frank Valentini hate this show so much! I mean, focusing on the Scorpios and Quartermaines, throwing flashback after flashback at us, bringing back beloved characters for both long term stories and short term catharsis, reminiscing about things that happened ten, fifteen, thirty years ago. What do they think this is — a soap opera?
If you know me, you can probably predict that my reaction to seeing Stuart Damon’s face yesterday was instant and copious weeping. (I can’t lie, folks: there was some serious ugly cry action.)
There’s so much history packed into every second Leslie Charleson and Stuart Damon spend on screen together. Their sweet talk was the perfect balm to the pain of her having kept the truth about AJ from him while he was alive.
But it was Alan and AJ that really sent me over the edge:
AJ: Dad, I’m so sorry.
ALAN: I’m so sorry too.
AJ: Everything I did to you — the last words I said to you… All I ever did was complain that you didn’t give me your love and I didn’t do a damn thing to deserve it.
ALAN: Listen to me: all you ever did was ask for my love, and I withheld it.
AJ: Guess neither one of us is too good at this father/son thing, huh?
ALAN: Not at all. but it was my failure, AJ, not yours.
AJ: Please don’t say that. You were a good father. I’m proud to have your name.
ALAN: And I’m proud of you.
AJ: No you’re not. Not yet. But you will be.
SO MUCH WEEPING!
Forgiveness? Closure? AJ promising to be a better man? I didn’t realize how much I needed all that until I got it, but wow. It’s almost like RC is trying his damnedest to erase the horrible ending his predecessor wrote for these two characters. (Do I… dare to hope AJ isn’t going to get the loser edit this time around? Because it really seems like he might be getting a fair shake, and I don’t quite know how to deal with that.)
Then, just when I thought I was done crying, Jane Elliot broke me completely with her quiet dignity in the face of all the loneliness and sadness in her life:
(Alan just standing there in silent support without saying a word? Perfection.)
Can we please get Tracy a man who will treat her right? By which I obviously don’t mean her worthless ex-husband, by the way. Feel free to stay lost for a while in that Turkish prison, Luke! NO ONE WILL MISS YOU.
The little moments have been so good this week, too. Like Anna and Patrick’s conversation about moving on after a spouse dies, all the Port Charles residents adorably excited about doing their civic duty, Konnie and Johnny both finally remembering that she’s a symptom of a pretty horrific trauma — and treating that fact with the respect it deserves. Or the nicely meta touch of using Elizabeth to reveal that Sabrina is the adopted cousin of Juan Santiago (who was played, of course, by Rebecca Herbst’s real life husband).
But nothing can top Anna and Duke recreating their infamous tango, complete with some cleverly edited flashbacks to the original:
SUCH ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE STILL!
Oh hey, and speaking of Anna and Duke… Robin’s awake! And on screen! And kicking ass and taking names to get back to her family!
Because I’ve watched television before, I know that something will interrupt before she can talk to Patrick tomorrow, and he’ll think Emma was just playing more make believe when she tells him her mommy was on the phone, and this delicious torture will continue on. But I don’t care — I don’t know what kind of deal they’ve worked out with Kimberly McCullough, but these glimpses of her every few months are perfectly fulfilling my soapy needs.
Now, we just need to find out who’s brainwashed Duke to be evil, because you know there is no other way he’d ever hurt Robin and Anna like this. (Please, please, please, let us find this out!)
If we’re taking bets on the most perfectly soapy time for Robin to come back, I’d like to place mine on a grand surprise entrance in the middle of a tribute to her the Nurses’ Ball. Just as (of course) Patrick is about to kiss Sabrina, having suddenly seen her in a whole new light due to her efforts in organizing the whole shebang: enter Robin, center stage.