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So, the drug that EJ stabbed into Roman's thigh with the syringe that was inexplicably left out in a hospital room, what is it? First it paralyzed him, then it made him drunk-ish and forgetful, then it making him behave like a developmentally delayed five-year-old, then within minutes he's totally fine. What the hell disease was it meant to treat? Is this the next great biological weapon? Or are these the "strong choices that didn't really work" that I would have heard the judges on I Wanna Be a Soapstar refer to so many times if I, hypothetically, watched that show?
I probably won't be doing any more bitching about this storyline though, because it resulted in EJ nearly naked in a steam room.
God bless James Scott's abs. And vaporized water. And evil lookalike sociopaths disguised as cross-dressing nuns, bent on revenge. As always.
Screencap courtesy of Days of Our Lives 2.
If you don't hear from me for a few days, it's because I'm going to camp out in front of the set of The Young and the Restless to convert Sharon Case to a new, fashionable era of hairdos.
If you hear on the news that someone with my description is wanted for questioning in a stalking/forced haircutting case...please provide me with an alibi. I thank you in advance.
I know I always complain about Sharon Case's hair. Almost as frequently as I moon over Peter Bergman. Because her hair is as awful as Peter Bergman is dreamy. I simply cannot say that enough: to borrow a phrase from the last time her hairstyle was popular, "There are way too many don'ts in that 'do". Actually, you know what, that's not fair to the 1990s--that hairstyle was not popular even in the decade that brought us Grunge and the Macarena.
From some angles, it appears to be your basic bob. I am a fan of the bob--two of my favorite celebrity haircuts are Jennifer Aniston's chin length bob and Reese Witherspoon's look in Sweet Home Alabama. Not to mention Megan Ward and Melody Thomas Scott! So I would fully support Sharon Case getting a bob.
...except she turns around and it's like three feet longer.
I...it's...like...what I am trying to ask is: is this a form of a mullet?
Except for a few fun moments from the old-timers, Days of Our Lives was dullsville last week. I know I keep saying that this show bounces between good and bad, so this week I thought I'd see how the actual balance shakes out. (Spoiler: Good loses.)
Good:
Roman and Hope teasing Bo about calling to confront Caroline was hilarious.
And then they started picking on Kayla and the Brady sibling chemistry was in full effect. Are there people who prefer the Belle/Shawn saga or Nick's ridiculous China Lee story to scenes like this? Why?!
Roman's impression of Steve was the high point:
Roman: I don't know, sweetness, I think that little dude crept out of the crib and hitchhiked to Memphis, I think!
Hee! I don't think I've liked Roman that much since he was played by Drake Hogestyn.
Speaking of Roman's portrayer . . . We've touched on this before, but what in the name of Hunter Tylo is Josh Taylor doing to himself?
I don't know whether that's botox or a facelift, but the combination of that, the waxed/penciled brows, and -- did my eyes deceive me -- bronzer and blush (?!) is all too much for my poor eyes to bear. Is there an upcoming story involving Commissioner Brady doing drag on the weekends?
God forbid they put Roman and Kate back together and we have to look at him and Kate's hair in the same frame on a regular basis:
That is tragedy on an epic scale.
How great is Judi Evans? She's looking fabulous and is thoroughly entertaining as Adrienne during the three minutes a week they let her be on-screen. I hope the increased references to Justin and the kids means they're coming back. Steve said Dimples! That must mean Justin will be on-screen soon, right? And Wally Kurth's the one with the dimples, so they're totally getting him back, yes? Thereby both reuniting another Days couple of my youth, and freeing Wally from the bitches ru[n/i]ning GH who only let him appear at funerals? (I have a rich fantasy life.)
I would like to start off by saying that in addition to being part of Cam's awesome recap of the fake hold-up events, this screen capture is the perfect encapsulation of my General Hospital viewing experience:
Liz's angry WTF look, and Cameron's totally disturbing* yet incredibly hilarious reenactment of the gun-pointing that could easily be mistaken for "just put me out of my misery" are ridiculously awesome and taken together represent 87% of my reactions to this show.
* Because he's just a tiny kid! I really hope this was just acting, and they explained to the little boy that this was all make-believe.
So, this week, about a year after a one-night-stand that we've heard almost nothing about since it happened, Jason and Elizabeth finally said they loved each other. After a decade of friendship and intermittent flirtation! But they can't be together! Despite their passion, and their son! Because it's too dangerous! Because he kills people for a living. ::needle-scratching-off-a-record sound effect:: Yeah. Until they change Jason's profession, I'm not getting invested in this story. I don't care how pretty and sweet Rebecca Herbst is, or how likable Janitorial Jason is on Night Shift. You can't manipulate me, writers! Particularly not when Steve Burton's hair still looks like this:
Why will nobody intervene to end my ocular torment?!
(I love that second screencap. I'd like to think Steve Burton is saying, "seriously, all the feathering, it's okay?")
In better news, however, Jason's neck has returned! Pretty much. I am calling off the APB. Though if I were the neck I'd run back into hiding from that hair.
PREVIOUSLY on General Hospital: Night Shift: Maxie effing flatlined! And nobody mentioned it in the next episode! What the hell, show? I simply must know if she, you know, DIED while people blithely embarrassed themselves and their future progeny by making herky jerky movements set to a lame cover of "Dancing in the Streets" in a poor attempt to juxtapose "Life in crisis!" with "Life goes on! With music!" That really offended me far, far more than I can put into words. The dropping the ball on Maxie, I mean, not the bad dancing, although that was offensive in its own way.
On the last episode of Night Shift, the show followed the lead of one the shows it blatantly rips off by having someone perform surgery in an elevator; it followed the lead of another of the shows it blatantly rips off by titling an episode "Love's Labors" and featuring an emergency c-section performed by someone unqualified to do the operation (of course, NS differs from ER in that the hitman/janitor on Night Shift did a better C-section than the medical doctor on ER. And also, the "Love's Labor Lost" episode of ER was one of the most brilliant, heart wrenching episodes of television ever); Billy Dee Williams was cruelly betrayed by his elevator, which was broken no doubt by MYSTERIOUS FIGURE; Patrick was a dick; Robin was oversensitive, jealous and allegedly overinvolved in Stacy's case; much in the manner of only Patrick hearing "When The Saints Go Marching In", only Robin was able to see that Leyla pretty much sucks at her job.
