The change in All My Children since Lorraine Broderick's work started to air is readily apparent. Characters are acting the way you'd expect them to act, given their histories and personalities, the dialogue is better and I haven't even contemplated calling a poison control center after watching a full episode (I feel like Mr. Yuk would certainly consider some of Charles Pratt's AMC to be auditory poison!), which is quite obviously a good thing, but...
(Yes, yes, I know. I know! There is always a "but"! I truly am impossible to please!)
she's only the show's interim writer, and will soon be followed by David Kreizman and Donna Swajeski, who...well, I am trying (half-heartedly, but still) not to pre-judge, so I will just say that recent AMC history has told me that new headwriters wind up being even worse than their already terrible predecessors, so I don't have high hopes, and the quality of the show now seems like it will be a blip of goodness before going back to, well, Pine Valley as we know it, and as Smokey Robinson and The Miracles opined, "A taste of honey is worse than none at all".
And the end of Friday's episode? An extra delicious taste of honey. Come on, it was a wedding between the town's supervillain and a woman everybody thought was dead! Even the priest who officiated the ceremony was like, "This could not possibly rule any harder".