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      Let me make one thing perfectly clear: In this column space, I plan to 
      celebrate the shows I watch (AMC and GH), not condemn them (unless they 
      totally piss me off). If I don't happen to comment on a character or 
      storyline, it is safe to assume that I have nothing positive to say about 
      them. (Unless stated otherwise, I talk about the character, not the actor 
      who portrays him or her.) Now and then, I may bitch-slap the Pollyanna 
      that dwells on my right shoulder and give in -- or give up -- and rant on. 
      OK? On with the show(s)!
 AMC's 35th ANNIVERSARY
 How nice was it to see so many AMC actors celebrating "Joe Martin's 35th 
      Anniversary at PVH?" Old friends like Mark Dalton, Ruth Martin, Nick 
      Davis, Tom Cudahy, and grand dame Phoebe Wallingford? And Opal's sniping 
      at "Agnes Eckhart" -- AMC creator Agnes Nixon playing a hospital 
      administrator from 35 years back, who approved Joe Martin's appointment as 
      chief of staff, which gave her a backstory of sorts and a reason to be 
      there. Smart writing.
 
 I confess to a few sniffles every time I saw Phoebe. About 15 years ago, I 
      had the pleasure of escorting Ruth Warrick through the International Cat 
      Show at Madison Square Garden's Felt Forum in NYC. Through a mutual 
      friend, I'd gotten her to serve as a celebrity judge at the Jonny Cat 
      Look-Alike Contest (don't ask!), alongside Arlene Dahl, Al "Grampa 
      Munster" Lewis, and writer Tama Janowitz. (The next year, Michael Knight 
      and Cady McClain graciously agreed to judge the contest, but I'm saving 
      that for a future column!) Miss Warrick was gracious and very regal, 
      but was also delighted every time a cat lover recognized her and called 
      out, "Phoebe!" Not only did I have to make sure she got through the 
      throngs safely, I had something else to contend with: protecting her 
      beautiful (if ill-advised) fur coat! I whispered to her that I was turning 
      it inside out in case there were any anti-fur activists at the Felt 
      Forum...and considering we were surrounded by animal lovers, there was a 
      better-than-average chance of that! We made it through unscathed, leaving 
      many happy Phoebe fans in our wake. She was -- and remains -- every inch a 
      lady.
 
 Getting back to the anniversary show, also touching was Mona's letter to 
      Bianca. Yes, I sniffled along with Erica, and smiled, too. Nice touch 
      ending it with the famous "You are all my children" quotation and 
      well-timed montage. Corny, sentimental, but anniversary celebrations tend 
      to be just that.
 
 And Simone! So "baby-conscious lately!" Loved it! Then Verla Grubbs, 
      dubbing Bianca's baby "Miracula-anda!" The delightful Carol Burnett, 
      asking the heavens to "just let them be happy for five minutes...is that 
      too much to ask?," echoing the sentiments of so many AMC fans.
 
 The montage at the end was far too short, but the few glimpses of history 
      more than a couple of years old sparked fond memories of beloved 
      characters and great stories. A nice reminder of why we watched then and 
      continue to watch now. Congratulations to all at AMC for a classy 
      celebration of its 35 years of existence.
 
 GH SHORT TAKES
 My biggest Christmas surprise would have to be how much I'm loving 
      Flirtatious Sonny as opposed to Brooding/Snarling/Father of the 
      Universe/Bull-in-a-Crystal-Shop Sonny. Maurice Benard appears to be having 
      a blast, and it works for me.
 
 "She's more tightly wound than the redhead on 'Desperate Housewives.'" 
      Yes, Alexis is wound up about Sonny's place in Kristina's life, and I'm 
      also loving that. Ric/Alexis/Sonny is playing out better than I could have 
      imagined, largely due to the talent and spark shared by these actors, who 
      play off each other with great timing and skill.
 
 When is BrookLynn going to sing again? I miss hearing her gorgeous voice. 
      Bring out a CD already!
 
 Oh, geez...Emily does a Pygmalion/Professor Higgins and tries to turn 
      Connor into Eliza Doolittle, uh, Prince Nikolas. Eeek.
 
 Funny how some women don't mind a guy's strong-arm tactics when it comes 
      to protecting a child. Of course I mean Lois, not Alexis...yet.
 
 More Tracy! More Dillon! More Tracy! More Dillon!
 
 Wait...what's that playing on WLPC Radio?...AC/DC?..."HELL'S BELLS"?!?!?
 
 Okay, I've gagged that little Pollyanna because, while I'm not going to 
      say a word about the rumored Connor/Emily happening, I feel compelled to 
      mention that rape and rape storylines -- used much too often -- make my 
      skin crawl. And that's all I have to say about that.
 
 
 
 
       
      
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