A Glare Full Of Loathing Is Worth A Thousand Words
I don't often give Maurice Benard credit for anything (with unintentional, Shatneresque hilarity being the major exception), and to give him and Steve Burton kudos in the same week is just staggering and shocking and a host of other semi-hysterical adjectives beginning with the letter S, but it's true! He was great when Carly told him about Michael's rape and when she started in on one of her usual "Dante is evil! Betrayer! Liar! HATE! HATE! HATE! [Completely unintelligible screeches]" screeds, he proved that he's capable of more facial expressions than the patented "duh".
"Sorry, what? Did you say something? I'm just replaying, in slow motion, my memories of that time I shot you because GOOD GOD WOMAN there is something wrong with you".
Really, I enjoy Carly more than most/all, but her insanity was out in full force today. Her ability to rationalize the most dire situation and assign blame to everyone except herself is legendary, but I think she may have topped herself today, with the one-two punch of blaming Dante for Michael's rape and blaming SONNY for the pain Michael will feel when Sonny has a breakdown when he learns (from Carly, mind you!) the truth about Brenda and Dante's past. No, really.
Carly: Michael doesn't just need Jason and me. He needs his father, so right now would be a really bad time for Brenda to push you into a breakdown.
What?! And also, the fuck?
More thoughts to come later this weekend!