I feel like I should have intelligent critic-like things to say about One Life to Live, but I really just want to run around squeeing like a giddy 12-year-old.
Firstlies, the return of Mitch Laurence, however improbable and hard to swallow, is MADE OF AWESOME. Roscoe Born needs to insure his voice for a bazillion dollars, because it is hypnotic and charismatic and never fails to send shivers and thrills down my spine. Even though Jessica has spent the past weeks running around like the worst kind of horror movie heroine — don’t run TOWARDS the creepy potting shed, Jess, and for the love of God, DON’T TOUCH THE CORPSE — Bree Williamson‘s reaction shots have been priceless. And both she and Melissa Archer (Natalie) played the terror and disgust at seeing Mitch again beautifully.
But the true scene stealer — sorry Mr. Born — has been Cryptkeeper Nash. I mean, I haven’t seen a performance this effective since Y&R‘s Mr. Kitty. It’s been a tour-de-force, especially in the tipping of his wig to Norman Bates’ mother in Psycho. Cryptkeeper Nash (maybe I should call him ‘Crash’ for short?) perfectly portrayed the open-mouthed shock of the situation, and was so moving despite his rather understated — almost wooden — mien.
But enough about the show’s new hero, we all know what I’m really here to talk about: Kish and Cayla! I think I’ve said this before, but Brett Claywell, Scott Evans, David Fumero and Tika Sumpter are so organic together that it’s like watching a bunch of real friends hang out. (And, like I pointed out on Twitter, they do seem to have a never-ending supply of beer, so who wouldn’t want to hang out with them? LOL.) Cris and Layla deciding to take that leap and be together was a long time coming and I love how he just kissed the Hell out of her! But even better than that was at the end of the episode, when she dragged him off to grab his sweater from the dryer and he sat down for the movie and slid so she was sitting between his knees. It’s that utterly natural way they are together that makes them so perfect.
Then you have Kyle and Fish, who are so painstakingly tentative and awkward because they want everything to be “just right.” The explosive passion is there — like whoa; towel makeout scene, anyone? — but they don’t know how to be a couple. My favorite moment for them was when nervous Fish was rambling about having every right to kiss his boyfriend — and how great is it that his huffy rants have become a consistent trait? — and Kyle just turned, slowly, and grinned. As if he was processing what he was hearing and it was so damn wonderful. Brett Claywell settled into this great fond/smug expression as Fish wrapped up his spiel, and I loved it.
Yay, OLTL. Just…yay. Sometimes I may not like where and with whom you’re pushing the envelope (coughToddcough), but I’m glad you push it, because in many cases it makes for great story!