The Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre
It’s so nice when you’re single but the world still gets you a Valentine’s Day gift!
I’m pretty sure I’ve had dreams about this sight before.
I continue to be put off by the way they’re handling the fallout of Daniel’s death, though — and not even (or exclusively) from a perspective of just being so sick of him that I want him gone and not mentioned. It does not work that they’re focusing this so heavily on the great love shared by Nicole and Daniel. They weren’t Bo and Hope. And I don’t even mean that in a sense of “I didn’t like them and they sucked” — they simply were not a great love story onscreen. There was no arc there, they didn’t really overcome anything, and the part where they were actually together was once-a-month filler until Daniel was killed off. Arianne Zucker is putting in serious work, and Nicole’s grief is still falling flat for me. This should be about Nicole’s perception of herself and what she deserves (or doesn’t deserve) from the universe. Between the rewrite that she and Daniel had a love for the ages and the very forced Nicole/Brady/Theresa setup, I just can’t invest in this beyond appreciating what an asset Zucker is as an actor.
The rest of the dreams were… whatever. Most of it was stuff we already knew, so it felt more like filler than I think was intended. I liked what they tried with Ciara, and while I’m not sure the actress totally pulled it off, she had her moments. Chad and Abigail’s was basically a microcosm of the brainwashing story. Theresa’s was cutesy but boring, and I’m tired of seeing her assume she isn’t good enough for a 40-year-old recovering addict who’s lived off his father’s and grandfather’s wealth his entire life.
Having Julie and Doug as the framing device for the entire episode, however, did work for me.
It’s nice to see the show regarding them with the reverence and historical weight that they deserve, after a few decades of them being little more than “Hope’s parents” when the story called for it. I enjoyed them so much that I’m even willing to overlook the utter weirdness of schlepping a bunch of framed photos down to the local coffee house, then setting them up on a table as though displaying them.
Guys, that’s a bizarre thing to do. And then Julie helpfully exposited that these were donated for the town’s bicentennial and she’s putting them into storage. What?! People’s contributions to the anniversary of the city were… a bunch of framed photographs of their own weddings and various other couples’ studio portraits. Okay, sure. Who else lives in this town besides these 40 or so narcissists, anyway?!
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