This Monday's General Hospital was pretty much terrible. In some ways it was even worse than usual, because due to some weird FIOS glitch, the audio on my recorded episode trailed about a second and a half behind the video. Ugh! As if you want to see and then hear, being doubly punished, crap like: Kristina's icky relationship, Lulu and Ethan on an adventure with Lucky (you know, the loser cop brother) nowhere to be found, Claudia of all people having the ability to blow apart the Dominante thing, Nikolas totally inexplicably telling Robin about Liz cheating on Lucky with him, being reminded that Carly and Jax are going to be forever linked by a kid, Carly's talking dream-fetus, and Olivia breaking up with Johnny. Although there was Molly being all precocious and knowledgeable, which is one of my new favorite things on TV. It's not enough to compensate for the rest, though. What could?
But last Monday's GH? That was some pretty good soap, people! (And it followed a good old-fashioned Friday cliffhanger. What in the name of Gloria Monty is going on when GH turns in two consecutive good episodes?)
"I now pronounce you not husband and wife."
These are the words I'd been longing to hear! Rejoice! Maxie is not permanently joined to Spinelli! There shall be dancing in the streets.
And yeah, allegedly for him it was all about "oh, this is proving how deep my love is and blah blah blah" but let's get real: The headpiece spooked him.
I still can't get over that thing. Sex and the City (the
was on cable the other day and this thing gives Carrie's bird-hat a run
for its money in the fugliest wedding headwear category, which I didn't
think was possible. Pat Field will not stand for being trumped!
But even if Spinelli got past the hat, the dress wasn't much better.
As my grandmother used to say, boys don't marry lasses with big bows on their asses. I'm pretty sure that's what she used to say, anyway.