The Question We're All Asking
I ended yesterday's episode of General Hospital with a serious question heavily weighing on my mind.
It wasn't "On a scale of 1-10, how amazing was the line 'Who do I have to screw to get off this movie'?", because the answer to that is clearly 10.
And, no, it wasn't "What was the point of having a big Carly kidnapping if nobody even knew she was missing until Jason stumbled upon her at the end of the episode in which she was kidnapped?", although that IS a good question. Not that anybody would actually think Carly wouldn't survive this, because duh (I don't think even Bob Guza thinks the audience is dumb enough to seriously worry about Carly's survival), but they could have at least attempted to make this into a dramatic scenario!
And it also wasn't, "What did Greg Vaughan do to the writers that led to their refusal to write scenes for Lucky in which he was on equal footing with Jason, or actually on-screen at all?", but I am curious about that. The difference between the writing for GV's Lucky and Jonathan Jackson's Lucky continues to be striking.
Lucky: What are you talking about?
Jason: Lucky, it's such a long story. I--
Lucky, crabby: Condensed version.
I enjoy competent Lucky, and Jason having respect for him.
And the question wasn't even, "Why would a police officer let the local mobster hang around waiting for a detective, at the detective's desk, unattended and not say anything to the local mobster, even when the local mobster starts oh so casually rifling through the papers on the detective's desk with a plain as day 'Nothing to see here, folks, nothing to see' look on his face?", although I can see why you'd think that, because what the hell?
No, the big question I am left with is: what circumstances led to Johnny encountering a senior citizen and deciding to trade shirts with him, and why weren't we treated to that scene on-screen? What did Johnny give the old man in return? I feel like a bag of Werther's originals and a recorded episode of Matlock were involved somehow.
It's an old man sweater, is what I'm trying to say. And yet the terrible sweater made Olivia infantilize him more than she usually does!
It's all very confusing, but one thing I do know for certain is that I spent more time creating an elaborate backstory for this sweater (which, if it is a recurring wardrobe staple, may become my newest irrational wardrobe obsession) than the writers have spent thinking about Johnny in general. That says a lot about me, and about the writing staff, and none of it is good.