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through September 13, 2002
(Little bitty spoiler mentions)
On Monday, the 9th,
I wasn’t looking forward to missing General Hospital on Wednesday due to
September 11th programming. Revisiting
the tragedy of 9/11/01 and watching endless programs remembering planes
crashing, burning buildings, and people dying wasn’t high on my to-do list.
By Tuesday, I’d resigned myself to an unpleasant day of reminders.
Wednesday dawned and I watched the 5 A.M. news as usual geared for my
first dose of horror revisited. It
wasn’t like that. In fact, as
the day wore on and I viewed a few moments here and there I saw Americans
remembering, acknowledging and rising above the tragedy.
And I learned a valuable lesson that I have learned before but of which
I apparently needed a reminder. I
am blessed to be an American. Blessed
to live in the United States of America where we are allowed to pursue that
which makes us happy. Where I can
write this little column about a television show whose sole purpose is
entertainment and I do not have to worry about political repercussions over
expressing my freedom of speech. I
only have to worry, should I choose to do so, about the occasional
disagreeable e-mail. So, feeling
appropriately grateful for the opportunity, here I go.
Brenda should inspire
resentment for being so perfect but she doesn’t.
Great face, great body - curvy but not emaciated, good personality but
not goody-goody, scheming but not dysfunctional.
I am looking forward to some pot stirring, wave making and storyline
twisting. It occurred to me that
Vanessa Marcil should have demanded some serious contract negotiations
regarding water and her proximity to it.
She always seems to get tossed in the brine – shot in the shower,
plane crashes into a lake, mother drives her over a cliff into the ocean (at
least that was an off screen event) and now into the tank she goes.
Gasping, shaking, screaming and swimming about in high-heeled black
boots as the yacht sinks, there she is again with wet hair and perfect makeup.
Can a flare gun really
blow up a yacht? Somehow I missed
the class “Flare Gun Basics 101” so I am curious just how it worked.
Brenda shot towards a closed window in a cell with fuel lines running
through it, which caused the explosion. How
come there weren’t little bits of Brenda all over the harbor?
And I know that fuel lines caused the explosion because a few scenes
before Alcazar, in an ominous foreshadowing kind of way, mentioned them.
Also, while I am on this
subject, was that really a flare gun? Cause
to me it looked like an orange plastic pop gun that shoots ping pong size
balls that I might see at the Dollar Store.
Even my 14 year old noticed as he wandered by and asked what was she
shooting with that toy gun.
So Sonny gets shot next
week. The burning question in my mind is how’s he going to fall?
That twirl around, arms in the air, clothing aflutter fall has been
used twice now - once in front of the courthouse and then when the gas lines
blew at the crypt. It’s a great
fall but I hope Maurice has practiced a new one for us.
Maybe we can hold a quick contest guessing where Sonny’s new scar
will appear? Just kidding, I know
– fake death, fake scar. I’m wondering how Sonny will play off the obvious lack of a
fatal bullet wound while he’s convincing the authorities of his boots up
condition. Fake blood can only
accomplish so much. Oh
well, fooling the PCPD won’t be difficult and maybe Dr. Jones will see who
it is and conveniently have to tend some other patient with an urgent owie
like a splinter.
Carly, I’m sure will
be at the top of her game as she moves into hysterical, grieving, unreasonable
mode. We’ll be treated to Carly at her best acting-wise and her
most annoying character-wise. The
part that cracks me up is the spoiler that says she will face down Sonny’s
rivals with Sonny’s permission. Savvy,
calm, sensible Carly? Can you
hear me laughing? Is anyone out
there laughing with me? I guess
she’s free to play Mob Boss Mommy since Michael has been banished to the
Island of Sonny where he is blissfully missing first grade and bonding with
his real Mom, Leticia.
Sonny and Carly are
perfect for each other but like I said before, no way am I buying into this
alien Carly. I don’t care if she gets billed next to Oprah’s Dr. Phil,
give her ten minutes or so and Self-Destructo Carly, superhero to the
dysfunctional, will reappear. She
better because who else can dream up and carry out “plans” like she does?
No one deserves to have
his or her children kidnapped but Felicia comes close.
If she weren’t so busy making goo-goo eyes at Roy in Kelly’s maybe
it wouldn’t have happened. I
liked her as the manager of the Outback.
Her MO was quirky, but smart as a private eye with Lucy.
As Mac’s wife she evolved into the Giver of Wisdom and Advice and
Author. What she’s trying to
project now is beyond me. Now,
I just see ditzy and not real bright. It’s
driving me crazy that Roy and Felicia act so close as though they’ve been
bonding over a tube of superglue, or maybe sniffing super glue but I, as a
viewer, can’t find the relationship trail.
I remember maybe two episodes where they had scenes together creating a
friendship but nothing that created the closeness now.
Felicia trusts Roy because they are business partners?
Half a million buys a lot of trust I guess. Are they lovers? Anyway,
it’s too late now because they just irritate me. Whatever emotional leaps I was supposed to make with these
two just didn’t happen so I don’t “get” them.
She can play it out how she likes but Ms. Felicia… what is her last
name anyway?… just isn’t convincing me of motherly love or devotion.
I don’t care how often she crinkles her nose, tweaks her hair or
tearfully bats her eyes. I might buy that she has the hots for Roy and doesn’t give
a hoot what happens to her girls when he’s around.
AJ kissed Courtney and
told her he was going to the gym. Maybe
he has membership through the Quartermaine's because if they can’t afford
dog food, they certainly can’t afford gym fees.
Besides, any extra cash they have must go for Courtney’s clothes.
For the newly impoverished, she sports some great outfits and evening
dresses. Besides, AJ drives a
forklift on the docks, as a (gasp) laborer, what does he need to work out for?
Coleman’s points just
keep on clickin’ on my personal character point meter.
This week he moved from really low life to low life with some hopeful
redeeming qualities when he apologized to Courtney for forcing her to bare all
for bucks. I’ve read the rumors
and I am hoping that Coleman will pursue Courtney big time, but s-l-o-w-l-y.
Does he have a first name?
An off topic side note.
Do you remember a few weeks ago when I asked if anyone else was
enjoying the Joe Boxer Happy Dance guy? Well
I received several positive e-mails and one nice person sent me the link for
the Joe Boxer web site. I sent an
e-mail through the Joe Boxer web site passing along the compliments.
Imagine my surprise the next day when I received a reply from Vaughan
Lowery, the happy dance guy himself, thanking me for the message.
He also asked if I would vote for his commercial at www.ads.com.
I’m not campaigning for him, just thought I’d share.
Random
Thoughts:
No Corinthos’ and no
Morgan’s on Tuesday. Who would
have thought that TPTB could write a whole show without them?
No one else on GH could
carry off a silky white pajama outfit teamed with bulky brown boots, but
Brenda did it.
Lucas kept the same
hairstyle as he aged from 8 to 16 or so.
Isn’t that amazing?
Lucky the Cop, oh,
pullease. Like no one would recognize him since he’s been parading in
and out of the police station at least once a week for the past few months.
Who is running Luke’s
Club? Claude?
What was the point of
Luke pointing the gun at Scotty and threatening him?
This is a serious question since I missed Friday’s episode.
Hope everyone had a great week. Thanks for reading. Kathy
