After Michael laid such a righteous smack down on his mother last week, I was pretty sure his confrontation with Sonny would not disappoint. Like, 95% sure. The other 5% is still bitter about Morgan’s reaction. (Although his attempt to justify himself to Kiki has convinced me that he may not be mentally sound enough to be responsible for his decisions?) (This kid did not come by his PC’s dumbest human title by accident.)
But let’s get back to Michael, because OH MY GOD, MICHAEL. I don’t know what my favorite part was — the absolute hate in his eyes? Asking Sonny if he was going to shoot him like he shot Dante? Pointing out the hypocrisy in Sonny’s code? This entire stretch of dialog?
MICHAEL: I’m not your son! And you’re not my father. AJ was my father!
SONNY: Okay, you know what? You’re angry. You have every right to be. But I raised you, okay? I love you–
MICHAEL: All those years, you and mom kept me from him. You poisoned me against him.
SONNY: We were trying to protect you.
MICHAEL: That wasn’t for my sake! I was a pawn! You hated AJ and you used me — his own son — against him. You didn’t care what you did to me. You cost me my whole life with my real father!
Just picture wild seal clapping and you’ll get the gist of my reaction every time Michael calls AJ his real father. The fact that this is a genre where you can get a confrontation literally 17 years in the making is why I’ll always love daytime soaps, no matter how much they drive me crazy most of the time.
But, no. My actual favorite part is Dante pointing out — correctly — that the last thing AJ would ever want is Michael lowering himself to Sonny’s level or going back to prison. Sonny’s defeated expression as he listened to this condemnation of his entire lifestyle, realizing even his pathetic attempt at self-sacrifice was just more proof of his failure as a father? SO GOOD FOR ME.
You guys, all I’ve ever wanted was to see him a broken shell of a man, rotting away in prison, buried under the weight of the misery he’s brought to the lives of every person he loves. (Well, that or retiring to a tropical island somewhere with Brenda. I AM A WOMAN OF CONFLICTING NEEDS.)
Since even the other characters know the idea of Sonny actually facing prison time is a joke, I’m not holding my breath on that front. But a friend pointed out the other day that Sonny voluntarily pleading guilty would be one of the only ways to ever legitimately bring the character back from this.
And really, isn’t Sonny going to prison the only true drama left to be mined from his story? He’s literally gotten away with murder so many times now that I can’t imagine even his fans feel any real concern when he goes on trial anymore. Prison is the final frontier, a chance to take away all his incompetent henchmen and supportive baby mommas and force him to actually fend for himself for the first time in a decade. Explore the claustrophobia! Show him really being repentant! And leave him there for at least six months, please. Is that asking so much?
Meanwhile, other things I enjoyed in the last few days: Alexis sticking to her guns with Julian and finally, finally calling him out on his condescending “you’re just afraid to admit you love me” bullshit.
ALEXIS: I can’t invest my life in a man who puts the people that I love in danger. Who puts you in danger. What about that? Have you ever thought about what it would do to me, or Sam, or Danny if you died?
ALEXIS: What? What could you possible say that’s going to make this any better except ‘I’m out’? I do love you. So much so that I’m not going to give you what you want. Because maybe if I stay away from you, maybe that will bring you to your senses. Better yet, maybe it will keep you alive.
JULIAN: So no matter what I do, how much I love you, you’re never going to take me back?
ALEXIS: When you’re ready to rectify the situation, we’ll talk. Until then, please respect my wishes and leave me alone.
MY QUEEN! That is the Alexis that I have always wanted to see — firm, mature, not falling all over herself in embarrassed attraction. Able to acknowledge her feelings and still demand that her boundaries be respected. Seriously, I have been waiting years for her to give that speech to just one of the many smarmy dudes she’s been with.
Now if only Julian would stop being written like an idiot and go make a deal with Anna, all my dreams could come true.
Speaking of dreams, this happened:
AND IT WAS ADORABLE.
I thought she was going to offer him her studio to recover in, for maximum old school Liason feels. BUT NO. He’s going to live at the house with her and the boys and chop wood or vacuum or lay around being a live model for her art or I DON’T KNOW, BUT I LOVE IT.
I know this cannot last forever, especially now that he’s had an official meet cute with Sam and Danny. So I’m just going to go on wringing every scrap of enjoyment possible out of every second of flirty chemistry I can.