Felicia’s keeping Lucy’s secret, though it tears her apart. Liz is keeping Sabrina’s secret, though it tears her apart. And then we have Bobbie Spencer worried that keeping a secret from Lucas may have torn them apart. Is that foreshadowing for what’s to come for the other two?
Archive for GH COMMENTARY
General Hospital Fan Club members, I’ve been remiss in providing commentary for you! December happened, when I was still recovering from November, but now I think—think—I’m caught up on the show. But you’re longtime viewers, so you all know how that goes. By the time I’m done typing this, I’ll have another episode already in the queue!
Oh General Hospital, why must you make me feel so much when I don’t even like babies! My heart aches for the wreck I knew Lulu would be in the midst of this custody battle. It aches for Dante who is trying so hard to be supportive while also being realistic. It aches for Maxie being denied the right to see the daughter she never thought she’d bond with. It even aches for all the grandparents saying farewell to a granddaughter they’d only started falling in love with.
I never knew I wanted Cesar Faison dressed as Beetlejuice for Halloween, but oh, oh, I did. It’s like the Powers that Be looked deep into my ridiculous soul and crafted him just for me. Add in a bumbling Dr. Obrecht proclaiming over and over that Cesar should have dressed up as the Hoff, and you end up with a General Hospital viewer who laughed out loud at the screen several times last week. That doesn’t happen often.
General Hospital became an action flick this week with women in the role of kick-ass hero, and I loved it! Our writers get that you can’t have a Scorpio storyline without scenes that hanker back to GH’s glory days of ridiculous spy stories. They get that linking Luke’s kidnapping and poisoning with Cesar Faison and Jerry Jacks makes for a wide-ranging storyline that affects nearly the whole canvas. They get that Robin doesn’t have to have spy training to fight her way out of a situation, but using her brain is just as effective. And I’ve enjoyed every second of this plot, even the ones that hurt.
Those of you who have read my column in the past two years know few things could bring me greater joy than the gift General Hospital gave us recently. That gift, of course, was the death of Connie Falconeri. It’s only the second time this incarnation of Kate Howard has delighted me. The first was a moment I will forever treasure: her unforgettable slaughtering of Sonny’s birthday cake.
Bringing back Franco and forcing the characters to deal with his sudden presence in their lives has been interesting, because they’ve all reacted so differently. The Quartermaines interested in the CEO position have taken the news of their wretched new relative in stride, probably both because his vote matters to their self-interests and because Quartermaines try to commit murder as a rite of passage. Then they forgive and move on. Then there’s Carly and Sonny’s response…
I am enjoying General Hospital far more than I have in years, but for the past few weeks, the only storyline that has my full attention is Liz’s triangle. And that attention is in no small part due to the beautiful suit AJ wore during the Chew shenanigans. Sean Kanan is looking the best he has since his return.
Apologies for the delay in posting a new column! That’s what happens when strep and a fever knocks you off your booty for a week. We’re charging ahead at a breakneck speed with some plots, but I can’t complain if they’re as entertaining as Brenda’s liaison with Michael.
I didn’t think it could happen. But with the nostalgia fest that is this 50th anniversary year, it has. What is this surprising turn of events? That my Sonny and Brenda heart still beats despite knowing Vanessa Marcil is here on only a limited engagement. Despite being subjected to a year of Sonny supporting both a vapid fiancé and her highly obnoxious, annoying, time-sucking mess of an alter. Despite being fully aware that toxic is the definition of Sonny and Brenda’s relationship. Despite all that, I still love ‘em.