On Mysteries and Meltdowns
Because I fell behind on General Hospital in recent days, thanks to an incredibly busy week and an utter lack of interest in all most all of the goings on in Port Charles, I found myself in the unenviable position of marathoning the show this weekend and while I didn't actually find myself concerned about my mental and physical health like I did during Guza-era marathons, I was worried about falling asleep and having to start the entire marathon again and again. This week, following the big Robin reveal, has been...dull. Boring. Snooze.
I figured, though, that I could slog through the "Johnny and Anthony blah" and "Johnny and Steve and Olivia blah blah" and "Kate and Connie wha?" and the "What the hell kind of hospital just turns over decades old medical records to a woman merely claiming to be married to the subject of the records? Taking a book out of your local library without your library card requires multiple proofs of identity, but apparently birth records just require a 'So, I know a guy...'" because the show's screeching silver lining--Carly Jacks and her borderline psychotic temper tantrums--was due for a meltdown of epic proportions. Considering that she basically levitated with hatred and plotted to wipe out an entire city when Sonny went to see Brenda in Rome, I thought she'd react to the news that Jason was staying with Sam despite her lies in a fashion that I can only describe as "all caps nutzoid". And yet...feh.
Carly: You and Sam are still together?
Jason: Don't sound so disappointed.
Carly: I just want you to be happy. She's clingy and insecure. She wouldn't let me in to see you, Jason. She wanted to control everything about your recovery, what you could and couldn't know, and when you could know it.
How regrettably normal! And we all know that Laura Wright can do more than this!
I mean, it says a lot about her prior freakouts that THAT is considered subdued.
Fingers crossed that tomorrow's return of Heather Webber leads the show to take a turn for the exciting!