Fear and Loathing in Port Charles
If you asked me to describe the current climate of Port Charles in one word, that word would be "HATE". And, surprisingly, the hate wouldn't be my own hatred of the show (maybe that's implied at this point...?), but the open hatred the characters on General Hospital have for each other, and for law enforcement in particular. Spinelli hates Dante. Dante's not fond of Spinelli. Carly hates Dante. Tracy hates Luke. And, most notably, Sonny hates Johnny, Johnny hates Sonny and most of the town hates police officers and federal agents.
Watching Sonny, Michael, Sam and Molly gather at Alexis's and cackle giddily over Jason's release was...well, it was something else.
Molly: So, did you guys see the press conference about Jason's release? Did Claire Walsh look like she had a lemon stuck in her mouth or what?!
Sonny: Well, here's...the thing, that...must have made Claire Walsh...crazy, because Jason was her big...win and now Jason got...released.
Michael: I mean, I got to hand it to Diane for playing it for all it's worth. Congratulating the feds on admitting their mistake.
Molly: It was totally embarrassing.
Sam: Are you kidding me? I loved every minute of it.
I know that I've had, like, a decade to get used to this regime's overt and pathological disdain for the American legal system, so things like this shouldn't surprise me, but I find it so off-putting when the writers rope Molly into their plans to prop couples, and the mafia, like they're saying, "Out of the mouths of babes, y'all! If a kid hates the police, you have to, too!"
Then there is the ongoing feud between Johnny and Sonny, which is going to drive the bulk of this summer's stories, I'm sure. Johnny is doing all he can to push Sonny's buttons, although he needn't try so hard; Sonny is prone to violent reactions and so filled with hatred of Johnny that all Johnny has to do is say, "Sup, Sonny? Did you catch the Mets game last night?" and Sonny would scream something unintelligibly along the lines of, "DON'T YOU KNOW I LIKE THE YANKEES, YOU PIECE OF CRAP?"
But Johnny is actively needling him, doing things like alluding to sex with Kristina.
Johnny: I see you guys have a slamming tiramisu on the menu, and that's Kristina's favorite dessert. Must be the brandy. Loosens her up. Guess we'll have to resort to ordering in, huh? It's not that bad. Kristina likes eating at home anyway. Shorter distance to the bedroom...
Sonny responded by looking completely confused.
"Back up a second, you lost me after 'slamming'."
And then poured Johnny's pasta dish all over his lap and coming up with what he thought was a cutting comeback.
Sonny: You don't have to pay for that. Because it's on the house.
Johnny: Actually, it's on me. This isn't over!
Sonny: You got that right, Johnnyyyyyy.
1.) Weirdest delivery of Johnny's name ever 2.) Way to be intimidating! I know that his unusual calmness was because he was probably envisioning Johnny getting blown to smithereens and it was providing him with a moment of zen, but come on! He's destroyed innocent barware for far less serious infractions. 3.) When Sonny is plotting and has a dangerous secret he, for some reason, plasters a scary smile on his face at the most random times and I find it seriously disturbing.
Hold me, I'm scared! Although, on the bright side, I only have to put up with the creepy smile for one more episode, because I know that the car bomb scheme is going to fail epically, bloodily and tragically and the smile will be replaced by an equally fake and creepy sad face for the next few months. "Can't wait!"