This show is giving me whiplash lately. The stuff that’s bad? So, so very bad. Wretched. Awful. Nigh unwatchable. I mean, Monica letting Franco stay in the Quartermaine mansion out of “respect” for Alan? Every single second Sonny and Shawn are on screen together? Morgan? Just terrible.
But the stuff that’s good? The question of Sam’s dad finally about to be answered? Laura and Lucy in business together? Liz and AJ? Really quite entertaining. And then, of course, there was this:
GEORGIE: Oh, Maxie I’m not telling you what to do. Only you can figure that out.
MAXIE: No! You’re so much better at figuring things out than I am!
GEORGIE: I’m sorry that I can’t be there to hold you when you do decide.
MAXIE: I miss you, Georgie.
GEORGIE: I know. I miss you too.
MAXIE: It’s not fair. Why can’t you be here? I need you.
GEORGIE: You have me, Maxie. I’m always with you — maybe not right next to you, but… I’m always in your heart.
In the show in my head, Frisco is still off secretly following leads that will prove Georgie’s death was faked. You know, for reasons. (Hell, maybe Jerry Jacks has her! That’s kind of his thing these days, anyway.)
But while we wait for that, I’ll take ghostly visitations with her sister and Lulu referencing those awful years when she was the worst with sincere regret. And then we all had a good sniffle and shook our fists at the terrible injustice and shortsightedness that led to Georgie’s utterly stupid death. And it was all quite satisfying.
On the less awesome side of the spectrum, Lulu was also a part of this conversation. And far be it for me to complain about Dante returning to one of his periodic cycles of actually having principles and caring that his father is a career criminal, but um…
LULU: She is also the mother of his child.
DANTE: Then stop lying for him! I’m sorry, I just… No, I don’t understand. I don’t get it. I don’t know how my father has this line up of women standing there, ready to defend him. Even at their own expense!
Really, Dante? It’s just completely incomprehensible to you that anyone hurt by Sonny might make excuses for him? REALLY? Not that I can fault him for his shoddy memory — it’s clearly genetic. Witness Olivia, literally standing in the same room where Sonny shot their son point blank in the chest, giving a speech about how anyone who hurts her child deserves death. And then…
AND THEN EVERYTHING WAS
GROSSNESS FOREVER. THE END.
I just… I can’t even, you guys. It’s not like I don’t understand blocking out as much of 2010 as possible. Believe me, I understand. But these are events these particular characters really ought to remember, you know?
(Hey, remember those few months when Sonny-related writing didn’t give me constance rage aneurysms? That was fun, huh? I guess we’re done with that now.)
Elsewhere this week: the heavens have shined upon us all, for lo, Michael Easton has finally CUT HIS DAMN HAIR ALREADY. I’d like to say I’m not so shallow that hating his stupid ponytail with every fiber of my being was keeping me from enjoying Silas. Thankfully, his personality has also been consistently terrible, so I haven’t had to tell that particular lie.
(But seriously, the hair was not helping.)
But with the haircut and his decision to relocate to Port Charles, the rehab has clearly begun. This, in turn, will make it much easier for him to continue to stalk and bully Sam over her son’s care, which is how you can tell a doctor is doing his job, I’m sure. (Side note: I’m so excited for GH to finally have two competent doctors, as literally everyone else on staff other than Silas and Patrick is apparently useless.)
To the writers’ credit, the last couple days have seen a great deal of softening to Silas’ previous sociopathy. He might even have had an empathetic feel or two in Sam’s direction as he learned about the death of Danny’s namesake and the way she spent most of last year believing her baby was dead.
Granted, that’s pretty much the bare minimum you’d expect from any human being with a shred of compassion. But hey, it’s a start! I’m sure we’ll soon be learning all about his tragic, manpain past with Ava, and that will somehow justify all his cruel and weirdly robotic behavior thus far. So whatever.
Silas sticking around also means he won’t be ripping Rafe away from Molly’s tender bosom, where he can continue to be the most preternaturally understanding and selfless teenage boy that never existed anywhere EVER.
ADOPTED BY AN ANGEL: A CAUTIONARY TALE
I want to give a crap about these two. I do! But it’s really hard when Rafe is less a real person than a walking, talking teen girl fantasy of the perfect boy who loves you unconditionally and only desires your happiness, even when you’re kind of being massively unfair to him by continually making out with him and using him as your sounding board for romantic troubles, though you both know he’s in love with you
Clearly, this is why angels shouldn’t have children. Even by adoption.
In happier news, have your One Life to Life moment of zen:
SWEET HOLY HELL, THE YEARNING.