Crazy dysfunctional families are kind of my fictional jam, so it should shock no one that everything about Liesl Obrecht kidnapping a baby because she wants to finally be a good mother and then nearly CRYING in PUBLIC at the thought of not seeing her daughter again was all pretty magical for me.
Kathleen Gati is a gift, you guys. Is there anything she can’t do? Bust out an appropriate absolutely bananas phrase for every occasion? Check. Look amazing in fierce hats? Check. Sing a mean torch song? Check. Rock both the crazy eyes and the tearful sincerity with equal panache? Check, check, check!
She’s so good, in fact, that she actually made me the tiniest bit interested in Nate for the first time ever. (The man and his abs have been on the show in various states of undress for four month now, and this is literally the first time I’ve typed his name. That is a really sad sign of how little I’ve been able to care about him until this point.)
I don’t know if it’s just relief that this interminable Nina story has finally (PLEASE GOD, PLEASE) come to an end, but the revelation that Nate and Donna Mills are related to my darling Liesl is at least not making my finger instinctively inch toward the fast forward button at the mere sight of their faces. Which is more than I can say for any other scenes involving either of them.
ALSO BRITT MIGHT BE ABOUT TO BANG HER BROTHER?
THAT IS A THING THAT’S HAPPENING.
Unfortunately, Nate being Liesl’s son doesn’t really change the fact that he’s played by an actor who brings new meaning to the phrase “cardboard delivery.” But I’m not crazy, right — he was a tiny smidge less stiff than usual in the bar with Britt?
Or maybe I’m distracted by how much I love his secret sister now. I LOVE HER A LOT, GUYS. Like, I’m glad Dante and Lulu finally got their baby back and all, but let’s be honest: Britt saying goodbye to Ben was easily the most moving scene that day. I love her weird but sincere friendship with Brad. I love all her ginormous mommy issues. I love her pettily bitching about Elizabeth and then still acknowledging she’d been right all along.
And — because I am nothing if not predictable — I really love her tenderly stroking Liz’s hair while saving her life:
OH, JUST KISS, ALREADY.
But since my dream that Elizabeth Webber will have hot, hot lesbian hate-sex with at least one of her many lady enemies is pretty much doomed to disappoint me forever, it’s a good thing Julian is still manhandling Alexis all over the damn place:
This remains super good for me on such an intense level that I’m running out of ways to describe it and will soon have to resort to just typing KEYBOARD SMASH every time they make out.
(Psst… writers: I am totally okay with that. Please feel free to keep have him tossing her around in every possible set. Kelly’s! The hospital elevator! Wyndemere stables! Dangerous docks! Sonny’s living room floor! I’m not picky!)