Notes On A Great Rack
While I would love to write a great big long post on yesterday's General Hospital because it was one of those old-school, jam-packed episode that was a fantastic mixture of hilarious camp and heartbreaking realism, it ain't gonna happen -- to say my real life has gotten insane lately would be an understatement of Jason Morgan proportions ("I just protect the people I love!"). But there are just a few things that simply cannot go unaddressed.
When Anna "saved" Luke from the fire (and I put that in quotes because obviously the action isn't over yet), I was thrilled not only because it was a woman saving a man (even though I personally think Luke's abduction has been the weakest part of the Heather story -- frankly I stopped caring about Luke's myriad abductions years ago, and I don't buy this great connection between him and Anna any farther than I can throw this skyscraper I'm sitting in) but because it was law enforcement saving a civilian! No mob assistance, no mob relevance!
Speaking of Heather's story, she managed to inject Olivia with LSD and I cannot tell you how happy this made me. This was such old-school soapy camp!
Lisa LoCicero must have been having one hell of a blast doing her best Blanche Dubois/Helen Hunt impression and getting dragged off in a straitjacket while screaming about seeing red everywhere. AWESOME.
But as much fun as she was clearly having, my primary question to the actress is just how on earth someone's cleavage can look this freaking good while she's having an LSD freakout??
I mean how does one do that?! It is a feat, to be sure.
And it's taking all my will power not to write another post extolling the wonder that is Todd and Blair, but suffice it to say that yesterday's scenes between the two of them were pitch-perfect.
And more heartbreaking than I can say. They slay me every time. And I'm so glad they let Blair say that she does love him but explain that she thinks she has to do this to protect her heart. "Glad" in the way that there was so much anguish there that I need to protect my own heart for a while now. Ow!
And while Lulu's involvement in Patrick's addiction storyline was extremely abrupt and a little odd, I'm liking it now. Jason Thompson and Julie Marie Berman bring a level of realism to the show that not many others do (which has in part to do with their acting, but also how their storylines are written -- and I like it, because while I'm a fan of soapy hyperbole, we need balance!), so they work astonishingly well in scenes together. (Dear soap gods, I am not asking for a pairing!!!)
Some days it's hard to believe that they're actually still addressing Patrick's grief half a year later -- sure, they've had interminable vengeance or scorched-earth story arcs that last ages after a character's death (or "death"), but just legitimate grief that paints every move and every choice? Incredibly sad as it is, it's refreshing.
Also, when is it time to give Jason Thompson all of the awards?! I would like it to be very soon, please.