IT’S FRISCO TIME, Y’ALL!
Actually, I have a confession to make: beloved as I know he is, the truth is, I’ve never really had much use for Frisco. Not his fault. I just missed his heyday, so other than YouTube clips, I know him mostly as a deadbeat who only occasionally shows up to (hotly) father more children to abandon.
Which isn’t to say I’m not THRILLED to see Jack Wagner’s face on my screen, because hello, drama bomb! And also, it’s just fun seeing the parade of vets continue. (Speaking of which… HOLY CRAP, I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS.) (Just visiting a friend, my ass.)
But it does mean that I spent a lot of time giving Frisco the finger and Mac imaginary fist bumps during exchanges like this:
MAC: You look tired. Long trip?
FRISCO: Yeah, long trip. I guess a life of covert ops and dodging bullets takes its toll. But you look… rested.
ME: OH, EFF YOU.
MAC: [visibly gritting his teeth] I feel great! So, tell us, Frisco, what could possibly drag you away long enough from your adventures to grace us with your presence?
BURN! So yeah, I don’t care if they’re a supercouple or soulmates. Felicia had better not break Mac’s boring old heart again for this dick, because I may not be responsible for my actions if she does.
But as satisfying as it was to see Mac get his pound of “I RAISED YOUR KIDS, YOU INGRATE” flesh, we all know the Maxie/Frisco confrontation is the one we’ve all been waiting for. Which is why I held off posting this until tonight, assuming there would be some choice moments to highlight. I mean, clearly, after making us wait for eighteen years for this moment, they would never be so cruel as to not lead off today’s episode with it, right? RIGHT?
Not that what we got instead wasn’t fun! Because… seriously, elsewhere in Port Charles, AMAZING THINGS have been happening. Like, I don’t want to seem overly dramatic here, but Michael Easton in hair extensions? Possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me:
Just saying: from here on out, I’m pretty sure all life will seem dull in comparison. And no, I still don’t think he’s really a vampire. But no, I also have no idea where this is all going. But it’s spared us more of Alison? And it got us that amazing hair. So really, how can I complain?
(Also, see? Now Lucy wanting to kill him doesn’t seem so crazy, does it? Because that hair is an abomination and must die.)
Speaking of which, this is a thing that also happened. And it was also beautiful:
(Nice walk out, Ferncliff employees! I guess it’s good to know that the hospital isn’t the only medical establishment in town staffed by people who failed their ethics and common sense courses?)
Before she came back, if you’d asked me who — other than her old friends — I most wanted to see Lucy interacting with, I would have said Todd and Heather. Because, come on. If there were ever three actors more meant to have wacky shenanigans together, than I haven’t seen them. And truly, they have been a joy. Case in point:
LUCY: We are taking him with us!
HEATHER: How do you expect us to do that? Do you see an extra wheel barrow lying around? […]
TODD: You know what, Heather’s making a lot of sense. [pauses, horrified] Wow. I cannot believe I just said that. I have spent so much time in there that I think I’m actually now unstable.
Whatever they’re paying Robin Mattson, it isn’t enough. NATIONAL TREASURE, PEOPLE.