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by
Todd Brown
July 26, 2008
What the hell is with this annoying kid who sings
religious hymns at a jazz club? How is that even
legal? And why is this child even on the show? Was
there some focus group that decided a black Shirley
Temple was just the thing to spike ratings? Is she
related to someone at the network? I can't image
that people who tune in every day to see drama,
lust, greed, intrigue and high fashion appreciate
being assaulted with some singing poppet who is so
saccharine and sweet it makes your teeth ache, and
is so precocious even Mary Poppins would slap the
hell out her.
They're really pushing her, aren't they? It's like
she's got a minimum song quotient written into her
contract. Pairing her up with Devon for a musical
number at the Gala didn't help matters either, nor
did the inexplicable addition of a group of
background singers who had never before been
mentioned yet showed up out of the blue as though
they were standing by in case of musical emergency,
leaving several very bewildered parishioners
wondering where their gospel choir had disappeared
to. A strange choice of venue for an audience of
Gala goers whiter than the attendees of the last
Klan rally.
Looks like we've got a new Summer. Older and less
retarded looking, she is still mute nonetheless.
It's hard to determine if that's because she has
inherited the brain power of her cro-magnon father
or if it's because her parents won't let her get a
word in edgewise. Either way she's screwed and I
don't fancy her chances of long term survival. God
only knows where Noah is these days and we all know
what happened to Cassie. I guess at this point we
should consider ourselves lucky she's not singing at
Indigo.
We're definitely seeing a change of direction,
people, and it's not good. The mob again? Wiseguys?
Angelo Serafini? I thought we were through with this
Sopranos crap when the show swept away Bobby Marsino
and his ilk. Remember Bobby Marsino, and his strip
club that was a front for the mob? Do you remember
Bobby's bartender? His name was Angelo too.
Apparently the Y&R writers pull "mob names" out of
playbook - a very, very small playbook. So it had to
be either Angelo, Luigi or Giuseppe. And Angelo was
the only one they could spell.
How stupid is Nikki, anyway? How stupid is
everybody? For over a year now this guy calling
himself David Chow has been going around and nobody
has even thought to speculate that he's rather
obviously not Chinese. That's your first clue
something is amiss. Chow seems an odd name for a
mook from Jersey. And for the love of God, why is
Paul doing all of his investigative work at the
coffee house, leaving his notes lying around on
tables where anyone can see them? Whatever happened
to his office? I guess when you do all your work for
free you can't afford your mortgage anymore. Kevin
should either charge him rent or call the cops on
his ass for vagrancy.
Wow, Heather sucked more as an assistant district
attorney than I thought. She had a big box of
evidence about Ji Min's murder yet failed to notice
the rather large and glaring photo of the murder
victim standing next to a mob boss. At first I was
willing to give her a pass, thinking maybe she
didn't know who that was, but then at the Gala she
seemed to recognize Walter on sight. Her idiot
father found that photo in about three seconds and
he doesn't even have an office or a staff. And he
didn't even seem to realize it wasn't a newspaper
clipping like he thought because it was stiff as
cardboard and had nothing printed on the back of it.
And yet he still managed to figure out what
newspaper it came from and ordered up a reprint on
his laptop. When you're dumber than Paul, that's
saying a lot.
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