Oh, For Jason's Sake!
After unceremoniously cancelling All My Children and One Life to Live (which, to be honest, I still haven't fully processed yet. Like, it just seems so WEIRD to me that All My Children won't be around after September. How is that possible?! And how am I going to write about it until then? On the one hand, it seems awfully cruel to go on about the bad writing, since that's like kicking someone when they are down. On the other hand...you know, with the badness and all), Brian Frons gave interviews to all sorts of media outlets saying things like, and I am paraphrasing here but really not by much, "Yeah, it's sad and all but, moving on, you know what's going to be awesome? THE CHEW is going to be awesome" and a host of other crazy things, including statements like:
“[General Hospital is] in good creative shape..." ABC daytime chief Brian Frons told the Associated Press, urging its fans to “ask as many of their friends to watch the show as possible.”
Who who in the what now? I'm not going to even touch the whole "ask your friends to watch" aspect, which seems needlessly mean (I like my friends!) and also like he's trying to make us feel guilty, because: good creative shape? What?! The last time the writers exercised a creative muscle was in 1999! Everything since then has been the rehash of a rehash of a rehash, a veritable parade of "Been there (multiple times), done that (poorly)". It's not that I expect logic from a man who has proved himself to be an impossible failure at his job and I am surprised that he took time from pimping The Chew (it's been a few days and still, I cannot) to even mention General Hospital, but seriously: what the hell?
"What the hell?" is a pretty apt question for most of what is happening in Port Charles lately. And it seems to be happening in slow motion--lots of repetitive conversations, usually about or involving Michael or Jason. The latter is starting to realize that sacrificing his entire life and happiness for the former is a huge mistake, because it turns out that Michael is sort of terrible.
Jason: You get good grades. You know, you can go to college, you get a good job when you're finished.
Michael: I'm not cut out for the corporate world. Look, I barely make it through every day at Madison wearing a tie. I can't imagine putting one on every morning to just sit behind a desk for the rest of my life.
Career Day must be really strange in Port Charles, if the only options are "Tie-wearing corporate ninny" or "Mobster". Shut up, Michael.
There were actually a few really nice scenes between Liz and Maxie, and Liz and Sam, filled with polite awkwardness and discomfort, which is fitting when you consider the sordid history the three of them share, but Sam's line to Liz completely took me out of the episode. And by that, I mean that I rolled my eyes and deleted it from my DVR.
Sam: Yeah, but Jason doesn't blame you for what happened. So I don't think you should blame yourself.
Jason has the final word on everything in this town, and forgiveness is no exception, but STILL. UGH.