The Post-Irene Blues
I have to tell you guys something. I'm feelin' blue. I really am. One Life to Live, which has had me on such a high recently, really brought me down today. I'm trying to sort out why. I think a lot of it has to do with the pacing. There's so much to be mined from this Todd/Victor story, and I don't mean "for years to come!" even though that's certainly true, but I really only mean this very plot. Victor trying to learn who he is, Todd trying to reclaim his family. Even just the very basics could fill months of gripping character-driven drama. And I'm not unsympathetic to the fact that the show is just plain broke and working under the crap conditions of a cancellation, and I'm not unsympathetic to the fact that contract arrangements couldn't be worked out to make both Trevor St. John and the producers happy and that the resources just weren't there to go back and re-work something that reportedly had already been re-worked twenty times when St. John offered to stick around. I'm not. It's business, it sucks. But I just... thought we had more time.
I try to avoid spoilers like the plague because they ruin the experience for me, but I don't need spoilers to see that today's episode was clearly setting up a "Who Killed Victor?" plot. And I don't want it. I don't want this character-driven storyline (I realize the Irene tour-de-exposition is not character-driven and is absurd, but it's the fill-in to get to the present day and is hardly the point) to turn into a paint-by-numbers plot-point-driven whodunit. When will we have the time to relax into this? Todd hasn't even had a real discussion with anyone yet! What about Sam in this? Dani and Todd haven't even been face-to-face since the reveal. Shouldn't Victor and Blair have a real conversation? Victor and Viki? My head is spinning! This is too fast. We're missing all the good stuff. Do we really have to wait till some attempted-murder or actual-murder mystery is solved before we can get to the good stuff? How long will it take?
I'm probably overreacting. But I worry, I do! And look, the silly "it could be Todd! it could be Rex! it could be Brody! OH EM GEE THERE'S A THUNDERSTORM!" is perfectly fun classic soap stuff, but not yet! That's the kind of stuff to toss in to distract us when there's not already miles worth of terrific, quieter, engrossing drama right at our fingertips. It's just not the time.
This is not to say that today's scenes between Irene and Victor weren't a lot of fun. They were.
I mean she really is one hell of a demon mother. But Irene is a temp, you know? This is not who I want to be seeing Victor in scenes with before St. John's departure from the show.
And then we've got Kim, who for me has been a bright spot, is now offically dulled by the probability that her return has something to do with stupid old Stacy.
I mean there's a way to ruin a perfectly good and fun return to the show. Make it all about the thing that kept Kim from blossoming in the first place!
And then we had the Buchanan twins both being total bitches. It wasn't even a fun fight, and I'm just on nobody's side. First of all, I have no idea why Natalie is treating Clint like he's some injured puppy who needs her protection from the big mean stripper. Natalie! Your father can handle himself with women -- he's Clint Effin' Buchanan. He knows what Kim's about. And then she made a big nasty show of calling up Brody, a man she knows full well she doesn't love, in front of Jessica and confirming that they should move in together immediately (really, Natalie Lord/Buke? You can't get a room for a couple nights to get away from the sister you hate?). And then Jessica? Jessica entered the room while slow-clapping. That's basically the fastest way to lose my sympathy right there if I were anywhere close to having any in the first place. I can't deal with either one of them right now if this is the only crap they're pulling; I can't think of a single reason why either one of them is in a position to be so insufferably smug right now. They have a right to be pissed at each other, but the delivery is wearing thin, y'all!
Oh good, a catty smug-off! I am on the edge of my seat.
And while it was great to see Blair finally get a scene with Jack regarding the fact that he, you know, accidentally murdered his classmate's mother, it's been so bizarrely displaced by the Two Todds story that it just didn't feel organic. All of a sudden Jack feels awful, awful bad about what he did and is starting a memorial scholarship fund? In Gigi's name? What? And yes, I completely understand why Blair is jumping on this now that Jack is finally showing some remorse, but it seemed to come from out of nowhere. Beyond the one visit to Shane and now this bizarre scholarship plan, he hasn't spent a whole lot of time thinking about it beyond being appreciative that his Uncle Victor bought his freedom. Someone should let him know about the other teenager in town who's getting away with murder because his parents fixed it that way for him. Oh wait, that kid's in a coma. He could go to talk to coma-Matthew in Philly!
But all is not lost! Something truly spectacularly did happen today! It went something like this:
Oh my god, y'all. So cute. I swear, if I liked babies I would totally go out and buy one right now.
(This was all especially amusing in light of Victor having hilariously called Brody "Lovette" today for some reason.)
I may very well change my mind tomorrow. I've been prone to drastic feelings about this show lately and, to be fair, today was the first chilly day and I often get blue when the summer ends.
Because I am turning into a bit of a nutjob while getting sad about having to say goodbye to Dorian and getting ready to say goodbye to all of the others gradually, I spent much of my "stranded by Hurricane/Tropical Storm Irene" weekend taking a trip down memory lane. So I've decided that when time and energy permit, I'm going to start including post-scripts on my OLTL posts here that take us to a stop on memory lane that's worth re-visiting.
Today? Starr's awesome early-millenium cartoon dreams. Man, I loved the crap out of those. Remember??
I loved those cartoon dreams, they were so clever. And such a good way to keep us from just rolling our eyes at a bratty child smack dab in the middle of a "forgotten older sibling" storyline. Not to mention the deft juxtaposition with Starr's father Todd's own bizarre imaginative dreams at that time. His dreams included a young ghost boy with an identical scar to his showing up to haunt him for having lied about Blair's baby having died, complete with full song and dance numbers by everyone who knew about Todd's big Dead Baby Lie!
Those were the days!