Days of Our Lives Week in Review, Sort Of
Sorry guys, but personal life events require an abbreviated Week in Review this time around (Tragic hair-coloring accident? Diet soda overdose? Shoe-shopping induced exhaustion? You decide). So I thought I'd hit the main high and low points and then throw it open in the comments to suggestions for new Executive Producer Ed Scott, dubbed by the awesome Stephen Nichols as "The Dude in the Orange Shoes."
On with the highs and lows, with an assist from our underutilized awesome alert scale.
EJ calling Sami a "modern-day version of a Stepford wife." Word to your crazy-ass, multi-personalitied mother, EJ.
(Though I think it is worth noting that Stepford wives are less screechy. What is happening to Sami these days? She and Lucas are a pretty angry couple.)
Santo and Colleen. Yes, it's pure cheese, his mustache and her wig are still guffaw-inducing, and the accents are terrible, but I am loving this nice distraction from the usual Salem goings-on. Plus really anything that gets James Scott shirtless more often is a very good thing.
Max and Stephanie being forced to parachute out of the plane. If
you set aside the fact that he's her uncle, this storyline has
potential. I mean, clearly this is leading up to a
stranded-in-the-wilderness-together story, right? And that's the kind
of 80s throwback I love. But it's Max (who's mostly lame), and
Stephanie (who's a rebel inexplicably in search of a cause, and who has
terrible taste in men), so I'm only letting this thing inch onto the
The faux-murder of Stefano is truly promising. Things could go
horribly wrong, but for now, based on the involvement of so many
veterans, the furtherance of the DiMera/Brady drama, and the pretty
original twist on the "not really dead!" soap standby, I'll take a risk
and say it is going to be totally awesome.
Please don't disappoint, Days!
Far Away From Awesome:
- This is way harsh, but . . . The dude who plays Jett, Marcus Patrick, turned in one of the worst performances I have seen in soaps in many years. His "dying" scenes were HORRIBLE. If I were one of the guys he beat out for the role, I'd be cursing the acting gods and whoever cast Patrick about right now. That was just awful. And Jett telling Chelsea he loved her? Are the writers under the impression they've built up any viewer investment in that relationship? The whole thing, much like everything else associated with Touch the Sky Airlines, needs to be eliminated, stat.
- Oh my god, they are NOT setting up Kate and Roman again, are they?! I have already warned about the terrible aesthetic consequences of such a pairing.
- I'm not so sure I would have had EJ kiss Sami while she was semi-conscious, given their history.
- With all the good stuff this week, the Friday cliffhanger was kind of lame.
Stephen Nichols, whom we've said before has the best soap star blog on the 'net, recently did an entry praising The Dude in the Orange Shoes, aka Ed Scott, the new Executive Producer Days recently hired to try to bring up the ratings (and husband of Melody Thomas Scott and former EP for many years over at Y&R).
Now, there was one bad thing about this blog entry, and by extension about Ed Scott. I'm pretty sure, based on current trends, that the orange shoes in question are Crocs. It is no overstatement to say that I think Croc clogs on anyone over the age of 8 are a crime against humanity and may in fact be responsible for a good portion of international terrorist incidents. But let's put that aside for now.
Anyway let's say you own orange Crocs. Calm down, it's just a hypothetical. Let's say you are The Dude in the Orange Shoes and are therefore largely in charge of putting Days on the fast-track to ratings success. In one sentence, what would you change about Days to bring it back from the brink of threatened cancellation in 2009 (sob!)? What needs fixing, tweaking, firing, etc.? Your suggestions in the comments, please!
And there will be a full Week in Review next week, I promise. Unless I am attacked by one of my many enemies and sedated into a condition that fools even a coroner into thinking I'm dead. So, 50/50 chance, I'd say.
Update: Phew! They aren't Crocs. Thanks to reader Ellie for the photographic evidence.