In Which I Am Soapily Thankful
Traditionally, giving soapy thanks was a near impossible exercise and most of my examples of gratefulness were snide and sarcastic: "I'm thankful that General Hospital is on only five days a week, rather than seven". "I'm so grateful that the show gave Abby so much screentime, because her stories gave me ample opportunity to get housework done with no distractions". "Thank you, James Franco, for playing Franco and making me realize that Freaks and Geeks is no longer an absolutely perfect show*".
But now? Now, I AM thankful and have seriously contemplated sending Ron Carlivati a cupcake platter or half of a Best Friends Forever necklace. A short list of things I am thankful for, from one episode alone (please note that this list basically exceeds the General Hospital "Bests" of Serial Drama's entire lifetime):
- The epic awesomeness carried over from Friday's episode during which Elizabeth realized that the man Olivia was describing was none other than Cesar Faison. Dun dun dun!
- Robert Scorpio musing, in all seriousness, "Am I sure that Faison faked his own death and came back dressed up as Lavery in order to win Anna's love?"
- Robert Scorpio in general.
- Michael (!!!) continuing to be one of the brightest lights in all of Port Charles, possessing both common sense and a willingness to call out the town's hypocrites, most of whom are members of his immediate family:
Michael: Okay, let's say there's a cop who was shot by his own father. And when the time came to testify, he lied and he said he accidentally shot himself. That -- that would be perjury, right?
Michael: And this cop, he didn't really know his father that well. He wasn't sure if he could trust him or not. He just didn't want to be the one to send his father to prison. Now I can see why he made that choice. Can you?
- Kirsten Storms and Bradford Anderson did some impeccable work that will play quite nicely on their upcoming Emmy reels, and I don't say that lightly. As much as I adore Storms (and I do!) and, uh...have respect for Bradford Anderson as an actor, they both tend to lapse into shtick: shrill and babbling, respectively. But today, they were restrained and moving and it was all just really, really good.
- The hot like fire chemistry between Kelly Monaco and Sean Kanan that distracted me within, like, eight seconds of them sharing scenes together today. What? They were crazy hot! They were!
- The fact that I know what is coming tomorrow and Wednesday, so that I can sit down with a box...okay, fine, BOXES of tissues and Visine and plenty of water so I can rehydrate. Oh, Edward Quartermaine and John Ingle, I am weeping for you already!
*Just kidding, Freaks and Geeks will always be perfect, as anyone who has watched Freaks and Geeks knows. And if you haven't watched Freaks and Geeks, what on earth are you wasting time reading this blog for?! Exit your web browser and hunt down the DVDs immediately.