Real talk: I’m always going to be pissed about AJ choking Connie. Especially because that was so completely unnecessary in order to set up the murder mystery. (This an on-going weakness in Ron Carlivati’s writing where he takes sloppy shortcuts and also doesn’t seem to know where the line is. And it drives me nuts.)
But credit where credit’s due, after taking things way too far, he does also sometimes call it what it is:
AJ: What kind of piece of scum says something like that? I mean to anybody, let alone the woman that he cares about? Yeah, I’ll tell you who does it — the same person that would kill someone for writing an article that he didn’t like. Which is why, Michael, I’ve decided that I’m–I’m going to plead guilty.
Self-awareness! Personal responsibility! How novel! I was especially glad to see him recognizing how INSANE his anger toward Connie was, and also not making any excuses for it. And then, of course, there’s his guilt and shame over the way he treated Elizabeth. Which: yes, bring it on. GROVELING. I DEMAND INTENSE AND PROTRACTED GROVELING.
For her part, I really love the way Elizabeth showed up (in her adorable NYC dress!) but was clear that her presence didn’t mean all was forgotten or forgiven, and honest about the fact that she doesn’t know what to believe or how to feel. That’s right, girlfriend! You set yourself some healthy boundaries!
Because you don’t stop caring about someone immediately, even when they hurt you badly — but that doesn’t mean you’re not going to protect yourself. (On a related note, can someone please give Liz a hug? Or five?) I hope that whatever happens next for these two, it’s not rushed.
I could say the same for Carly and Franco, but it seems that ship has already sailed. Which is doubly annoying because 1) FRANCO. UGH. 2) this is exactly how they messed up Carly and Todd, and I was really hoping that the chance for a do-over with Roger Howarth would at least net more of a slow burn between them. But no. We’re leaping straight from “friendly neighborhood psychopath” to “you’re my only friend” territory.
(For the record, this is even more annoying than when Todd spouted that same godawful line at her roughly eight million times. At least there was a basis for their rushed relationship in the months they spent getting to know each other, the similarities in their personalities, and — this is key — the lack of a personal history in which he terrorized her and everyone she loves.)
CARLY: Joke all you want. I’m not going to apologize for caring whether you live or die.
FRANCO: I’m just not really sure why you do.
ME: THAT MAKES TWO OF US.
And yeah, blah, blah chemistry. But if they wanted an insta-relationship between Carly and Roger Howarth’s new character, then they should have made him someone without this much baggage. Because tumor or no, it’s completely unbelievable that she’d be giving him the time of day this fast. (Especially with Sonny self-destructing and both her sons in a panic — you’re telling me Carly would be content to shrug and sit around holding freaking Franco’s hand while that’s going on? Really?)
On the plus side, Howarth’s hair is finally not stupid again? And the hilarity of his lone brain surgery band-aid juxtaposed with the TENNIS BALL SIZED tumor they supposedly removed from his head will never stop cracking me up. So there’s that.
Meanwhile, I think Nikolas just blew a new record for going from likeable to SHUT UP, YOU CONDESCENDING CONTROL FREAK. Or maybe that’s just me?
BRAD: Is that judgment I hear? That’s rather rich, Prince Nikolas, coming from an heir to a legacy of inbreeding, fratricide and, um, fringe meteorology?
Nope. Pretty sure Brad’s right there with me. (Team Brad! Add that to the list of words I never thought I’d type!)
Dear Nikolas: you seem confused about the concept of a sperm donor. Let me help you: they donate sperm. That’s it. The preachiness with someone who — if Britt’s story were true, which it is transparently not — amounts to nothing more her partner in a business transaction is obnoxious. Especially considering Britt never asked you to go strong arm Brad or indicated that she wanted to live with him (!!!) or desired his participation in her baby’s life in any way.
(I am glad to see them giving Brad a little more depth. I’d be even more glad if either the show or Brad seemed to realize that being bullied as a kid doesn’t entitle you to sex with anyone you want as an adult. But if he keeps sassing off to Nikolas’ pompousness, my love for him may rise exponentially.)