Time To Go, Bobby Ford
So much to say, and no time to say it. I thought One Life to Live was a fabulous, angsty, soapy-as-all-hell classic sweeps episode yesterday, and while some characters behaved in infuriating ways (I assume Charlie isn't long for this show?), most of it was kind of awesome anyway because they just went ahead and went balls-to-the-wall (yeah, I said it, balls-to-the-wall!). John was a complete dick in his near-glee at forcing Natalie to confess all to Jessica and Brody (and yes, of course she had to tell them, and of course John is thinking of himself above all after the news he's just gotten, but it was pretty disgusting watching him practically salivate in anticipation of Jessica's life being completely leveled in front of him after knowing the blow she's already just received -- I realize that wasn't what he was thinking about, but yikes), and it was sort of lovely to see Brody just take punch after punch while just quietly imploding. Jessica even seemed poised to be able to offer up some understanding to Natalie about sleeping with Brody. They actually did play that nice beat there where for a moment you could see Natalie thinking, "What have I done, she actually could've forgiven me if I'd told her upfront," which of course makes the final, enormous betrayal that much worse. (For the record, I was still not completely feelin' Melissa Archer's performance during the confession, but she had a really terrific moment later when Natalie was basically hyperventilating alone with the knowledge that her own sister now hates her. That one I felt. Ouch.) And John... well, it's funny. What Natalie pulled on him is horrific, and our hearts would be going out to a better character right now. But I can't muster up anything for him (though I came close last week, it was done yesterday) because he doesn't look at all hurt by this. He looks nothing other than completely disgusted, and truly happy to wash his hands of the entire lot of them. No violins for Johnny Mac. Jessica, on the other hand, got the worst news ever and actually managed to pull out some serious anger and... was that even a little bit of a snarl toward the end there? I'd find this refreshing, you know? Good! The princess needs some edge, she's earned her anger. This could lead to something....
Oh. Nevermind. Tess. For fuck's sake.
That was only about five seconds at the end, so that's a rant for another day (and I'm sure it'll go on and on). The real problem yesterday was in the midst of all this spectacular melodrama, we had another big moment -- Ford found out he is the biological father of Jessica's baby. (First of all, now it's, "I'm a dad?" when at first it was, "I want nothing to do with any kid, so if it's mine, no worries, I'll back off..."). So here it was. The big huge revelation that, if played perfectly, could really let the folks in charge know that they've made the right choice in pushing this character up to leading-heartthrob status, this was their day to prove all us bitter nay-sayers wrong by showing us a little depth -- a little something -- from this man. So how did they do?
Yep, there it was. Played it for comedy. Played it like some big, hilarious asthma attack. (And then inexplicably had unfettered access to the church nursery.)
So, he's done, right? He can go now?