In Which I Flail Endlessly and Scream Like a Tween
Ohmigod, you guys.
The first few drafts of this blog post basically consisted of nothing but exclamation points and straight transcriptions of dialogue, occasionally accompanied by parenthetical notations such as "I love my life!" and "At this point, I let out a giggle of delight that was less a giggle and more a jag of obnoxious, braying laughter".
I have such unconditional love for the Leo/Greenlee era of All My Children that I was going to love anything and everything about Josh Duhamel's brief return; such unconditional love that I actually--hand to God!--contemplated seeing Life as We Know It in theaters and considering my white-hot hatred of Katherine Heigl, that is saying something for ridiculous, embarrassing fangirl devotion. The braying laughter probably would have come even if their scenes were terrible, or if they didn't share scenes at all.
But THANKFULLY, it did not come to that. We got scenes. And oh, what scenes we got. Yes, it was a dream. And yes, as we totally called back when this most epic of epic returns was announced, there was a whole lot of Rylee pimping going on. But the dream itself? And the chemistry between Rebecca Budig and Josh Duhamel that has remained sparkling and unchanged after so many years? I KVELL.
Leo: God, I missed you.
Greenlee: How did this happen? How is this even possible? How long have you been here?
Leo: Shh. I just want to look at you.
Please imagine me cupping my hands over my mouth and letting forth a scream of pure glee. PERFECTION.
Leo: You're gonna have to let go eventually.
Greenlee: I never thought I'd feel this again.
Leo: We're still a perfect fit. I'm right here.
Greenlee: You didn't promise me.
Leo: I promise, huh? You know, they're easier to make than keep. All right. Why don't we just go with what we have? Ok. All that matters is the moment you have standing next to the man you love.
Greenlee: I said that at our wedding.
And now imagine me doing my best, albeit shrillest, imitation of a preteen girl watching The Beatles at Shea Stadium.
I was so totally, overwhelmingly charmed by their interaction and am completely blown away by how effortless and adorable Budig and Duhamel still were almost ten years after Leo died (I guess I can officially give up the dream of Leo returning from the dead and whisking Greenlee away to a life of Parisian adorability and skip the use of airquotes there, huh?). And I was so--hold onto your hats, folks, because this is going to sound insane--proud of the AMC writing staff for honoring this couple's history and making their conversation so wonderful and memory-filled. It all felt...it felt right. It felt good. It felt giddy-making.
So naturally, the show had to ass it all up by acknowleding the gigantic douchebag in the room.
Leo: And you lived. You fell in love. You found your happily ever after with Ryan.
Leo: But Ryan was there, too, and he understood, remember? He lost someone, too. He knew how to take care of you. I just want you to be happy, Greenlee. That's all I ever wanted, and if you can't be with me in Bhutan [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--Ed.], then why not right here in Pine Valley with Ryan?
Dream (and Dreamy) Leo, why are you saying these things?! Fight harder for your woman! Escape the dreamscape, come back from the dead and free Greenlee!
But I hadn't even finished my eyeroll--granted, it was Olympic-caliber and, as such, took a while--when the squealing came again.
Who am I kidding with this squealing nonsense? I started crying and could only imagine a tearful, sniffly smile. It was perfect and I loved it. My heart is totally warmed, you guys. I am so, so beyond thrilled that Josh Duhamel came back for this and that AMC made it worth his--and our--while, because it was almost everything I could have asked for and more.
If you need me, I'll be spending the next few hours/days watching classic YouTube clips, thank you. And when I tear myself away from that, it will be time for ZACH.