From The Bottom of My Broken Heart
I've been in a state of minor to extreme General Hospital depression since Kimberly McCullough's exit was officially announced. There were so many times I'd watch one of Robin's scenes--well, that's an overstatement, because it's not like she's had "many" scenes at all since then, so let me revise, for the sake of honesty: there were approximately eight times that I'd watch one of Robin's scenes and tear up, all sentimental-like. "This could be the last time Robin and Mac see each other!" "What if this is the last time Patrick and Robin kiss?" "This could be the last time ever that Robin talks about Jason!"
So I knew that the end to this story, the end of all stories for an iconic character who has been a part of my life since I was a tween with phenomenal taste in daytime television and the good luck to have a school schedule that saw me home before 3:00, would gut me. And every time I went to hit play on my DVR, I had a moment of trepidation: could I handle this? How hard would I actually cry? Did I have tissues, Visine and chocolate chip cookies within arms reach? And was I ready to say goodbye? How gutted would I actually be?
I am...like, ten gutted.
Robin: Listen to me. Listen to me. You have to do this for me.
Patrick: No! No! No! There has to be another way.
Robin: Patrick, do you love me?
Patrick: Yes. You're my whole life.
Robin: You're my whole life. You and Emma are my whole life.
Patrick: Robin, no--
Robin: Patrick, you have to go. The doors are about to lock.
Patrick: I'm not leaving you! I'm not going anywhere!
Robin: I'm not leaving you. I'm in your heart, just like you're in mine. I'm never leaving you. You've got to go.
Patrick: Robin, I love you.
Robin: I love you so much. I love you always.
I completely bypassed the ugly cry and went, full-force, into the realm of "hideously contorted wailing" and haven't looked back. My neighbors probably consider calling animal control every afternoon.
And until it is revealed, like I think/fervently hope it will be, that Robin is not actually dead but is being held captive by someone extremely nefarious, I will probably continue to be gutted by the loss of this character who was so special to me and by the fucking amazing performances this cast has been giving in the aftermath of Robin's death ("death"? Is using the airquotes a sign that I am in deep denial? It is a little bit, maybe, right? Damn). Every scene, with eyes full of emotion and cheeks stained with tears, could basically be used as a For Your Consideration ad.
I mean, Finola Hughes? Please.
It's such a treat to have Anna pop in and out of Port Charles, and I wish the sweet, delightful and hot dog-hating part of her visit had lasted longer, but gosh. Amazing.
And, as is fitting, the two most important men in Robin's life had the most epic reactions.
When Anna broke the news to a shocked and devastated Mac, it was almost painful to watch, wasn't it? Like we were intruding on an actual moment of real, visceral grief. Whenever he has the opportunity to, you know...appear on camera, John J. York reminds us all what a fine actor he can be. He completely devastated me to the point where my heart actually ached.
Mac: Robin fought her battles with courage and with dignity, Sonny. She was happy. She had a husband and a daughter and a lot of people who cared about her. And now just like that, shes gone. Her smile...her freckles...the little way her mouth went crooked when she was mulling something over. It's all gone now.
SOB TO THE TENTH POWER.
And Jason Thompson--if Jason Thompson doesn't get nominated for an Emmy this year, I will RAGE. I will blog angrily, IN ALL CAPS, and Macgyver a faux Emmy out of paper clips that I will not send to him because that would be crazy, but it would at least give me a sense of inner peace.
I contemplated just making a post Robin Dies ("Dies"?) and Jason Thompson OWNS ME: A Gallery and filling it with screencaps of his horrified, heartbroken face.
And then I was going to make another post called Patrick And His Sweet, Sweet Jason Hatred: A Gallery (Of LOATHING). I don't quite know how to phrase this, because I don't want it to seem like this story has a bright side at all, but Patrick emerging from his shell-shock with a passionate case of Jason hatred has been nothing short of fantastic.
Immediately after Patrick learned that Robin had died ("died"?), Sam approached him about performing Jason's surgery. Never mind that Patrick, in the midst of his grief, should not be operating on anyone or doing anything that requires more than the minimal amount of brainpower. And never mind that the hospital should have been actually been evacuated. No, Patrick was supposed to drop everything and fix Jason's brain and when he balked at that prospect, Sam had the nerve to get angry. ANGRY! With a new, heartbroken widower. What the hell, girl? It was hard for me to watch those scenes, and the scenes she and Michael shared bitching about how horrible Patrick is, because that behavior is so out of the realm of human decency that it defies description. HIS WIFE JUST DIED ("DIED"?)! BACK THE HELL OFF!
But, no. She used every angry trick in her arsenal, from guilt tripping to rage and while he finally broke down at the end and agreed to the surgery (only because he knew it was what Robin would want and, oh, would Robin ever want that! I am so happy that her last moments were all about saving the one person on this show who never was and never will be in danger of actually dying), he did give us a whole lot of dialogue that had me attempting to high-five my television in a way that I hope was more charming and less unhinged than it seems when I write it like that.
Sam: Then DO IT!
Patrick: Why? Why should I? So he can go risk his life again? He didn't change for Jake, he's not going to Sam: Don't you think Jason deserves to be a father just like everyone else?
Patrick: No, I don't think Jason deserves that.
Sam: She would want you to save him. You need to honor that.
Patrick: I don't need to do anything. The answer is no.
Sam: If you don't help, he'll die.
Patrick: I went to Emma's room. I couldn't go inside. I'm not ready to tell my little girl her mother's gone and that she died for someone who didn't deserve it.
Sam: What if it had gone the other way? What if Jason had died trying to save Robin and you were standing in front of me begging to save her. What would you say to me right now?
Patrick: That Robin deserves it.
It was beautiful, every single word of it. And if Bob Guza were still writing, I'd fear that all of this would be followed by a story where Jason improbably and emotionlessly saves Emma's life, leading Patrick to spend an entire hour publicly worshiping the greatness that is Jason Morgan. But since we have a REAL and TALENTED writer right now, that might not happen! He might actually be allowed to be angry, indefinitely! And it will be wonderful.
I hate that any of this had to happen; like I keep saying, I am happy to see Kimberly McCullough doing what she wants to do, but I selfishly wish it didn't mean the end of Dr. Robin Scorpio. But if it HAD to happen, and it did...then I'm happy that the fallout has been so fantastic and the writing so good (!). This week promises to bring us more of the same, as more of Port Charles is due to find out about this loss and a superspy named Robert Scorpio comes to grieve his little girl. I have a box--okay, I have boxes of tissues handy.
A LOT of other stuff happened this week (imagine that--things happening. Stories moving forward. What show are we watching?!) that I barely got to react to, on account of the aforementioned emotional trauma. Briefly, in bullets:
- Dante actually said this, and I vomited all over my living room: "I always thought Sonny was a mobster first and my father second, but it turns out it's the other way around". FUCK THE WHAT?!
- In a feat of modern medicine, Helena is Cassandra(real name: Irina. Real purpose: Unknown)'s mother. AS IF. AS IF! AS IF! As if Helena could have a daughter so young. As if this "twist" would make anyone even marginally interested in this cluster. As if Stefan and Stavros could possibly have a sister so devoid of expression and vocal inflection. AS! IF!
- While some scenery chewing makes me roll my eyes or look away from my television uncomfortably, when Bruce Weitz really goes over the top, I clap my hands and say "Again! Again!"
- Starr Manning is on her way to Port Charles in a story that I am sure will be filled with pain and tragedy. How do I know this? Because the foreshadowing wasn't even shadowing; it was like forepitchblackness.
Starr: You're so sure of yourself.
Cole: Well, I'm sure of us. There's nothing to be afraid of. We're going to live happily ever after. All you have to do is say yes.
Child, have you ever watched a TV show before? Crowing about love and immortality is basically begging for murder. Either Anthony hits them or someone randomly sits up in the backseat and shoots Cole to death--it's possible, this IS Port Charles, after all...