Remember all those years when no woman over 40 was allowed to have a story on this show? When the only time Anna or Alexis or Tracy showed up was when the writers wanted to make a joke out of them? Remember that? Usually I try to repress those years from my mind, but sometimes it gives me comfort to imagine Bob Guza staring at his television in confused horror at the sight of Alexis involved in a front burner romance with a hot younger man, Tracy getting the drop on Jerry Jacks and rescuing Luke all by her lonesome, and Anna as the competent, stalwart indisputable star and center of the show.
Anna Devane, y’all! Queen of my heart. If Finola Hughes doesn’t get an Emmy next year… well, I’ll do the same thing I’ve done every year since they started rewarding this show at its worst, i.e. write the Emmy’s off as a meaningless exercise in self-congratulatory bullshit. But I digress.
Since she’s been killing it pretty much non-stop since she came back last year, I assumed it would be hard for her to impress me any more. But it turns out, the only thing better than one Finola Hughes is two Finola Hughes. Her impression of my darling Liesel’s impression of Anna? AMAZING. The two of them in a Mexican stand-off in the most hilariously inept “maximum security” prison on the planet? DOUBLE AMAZING. But nothing can top the punch of Anna’s destroyed face as she realized the truth about what actually had happened to Robin and why.
(Special shout out to Anders Hove, who’s delusional charismatic creepiness was turned up to eleven as he calmly explained how he knew faking her daughter’s death and impersonating her dead husband would finally make her love him.) (So reasonable, that Faison.)
And if Anna realizing Robin’s alive didn’t completely destroy you, then may I submit Mr. Jason Thompson, professional HEART RUINER, as he: 1) heard his dead wife’s voice for the first time in a year and a half, and 2) let himself be convinced he’d imagined it:
This reunion is going to kill me, I swear. But it will be such a satisfying way to go.
Elsewhere, because everything about this umbrella story is working for me, we have Nikolas and Britt continuing to be perfect for each other. It’s no secret that I’m not now, nor have ever been, a fan of him and Elizabeth as a couple. That’s not just because I’ve always preferred her with other people; I just find them fundamentally uninteresting together, as I have with any of the good girl pairings he’s ever been given. Nikolas’ perfect prince persona just doesn’t work for me played off of an Emily or a Liz or a Sarah or even a Courtney (UGH).
But whenever he interacts with someone with a little more — moral dubiousness, shall we say? — I instantly perk up and take interest. I wasn’t the biggest Gia fan, but she was his only major pairing that ever worked for me at all. When the writers teased him with Lydia or Claudia? I WAS ALL IN. So, his and Britt’s “I was raised by a family of psychotically unstable super criminals” bonding has been sort of magical for me:
NIKOLAS: Do you really think who your parents are matters to me?
BRITT: Yeah, it should. I mean, it scares the hell out of me. I feel like I’m tainted.
NIKOLAS: Look at me–look at me. You are an amazing doctor with a great — albeit wry — sense of humor. And you’ve been a great friend to me ever since the first time we ran into each other at those fireworks, really.
BRITT: No, I feel like it’s just one disaster after another, and ever since I met you, I’m just hanging on by my fingertips…
NIKOLAS: Well, the fact that you can be as strong and stable as you are given how you’ve grown up is actually–
NIKOLAS: Amazing. I was going to say amazing.
BRITT: If I’m strong right now at all, it’s because of you.
OH EM GEE, GUYS. I’m torn between wanting them to make out RIGHT NOW and wanting to draw out the delicious tension foreeeeeever. And now they’re roadtripping to Cassadine island to have a confrontation with her terrifying parents in the compound where Nikolas’ recently unfrozen/refrozen father attempted to brainwash his sister into being his bride? My SOAPS! cup runneth over.