This pleases me! Jump behind the cut for the reveal…
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“Ma’am, you were in that terrible car accident, right? Here, you need this.”
“Okay, it’s been 45 minutes — you know, double the length of time needed to perform an entire transplant — so you’re free to wander around the hospital now. No, you don’t really need the neck brace anymore. Just put on a turtleneck to be safe.”
(Sorry for the crappy quality of this pic, but I was laughing so hard that I decided to snap a picture off my TV instead of waiting for the episode to be online tomorrow morning.)
I made it back from Maine, only a little worse for the wear (the trip was awesome; United Airlines is not). But thank goodness I had cell reception there, because I received multiple texts yesterday morning about some truly wackadoo casting news that I’m still giggling over. This is so Days in its randomness, and it has me wishing it were a day later so I could post it as a “WTF Wednesday” instead.
After last month’s adventure in 1983, I decided to jump forward a decade to a completely different era of the show. So here we are in 1993, which is close to the beginning of James E. Reilly’s first tenure as headwriter. It definitely feels like the JER Salem that I came into a few tears after this episode, but what really struck me is that it also feels similar to a lot of the earlier 90s material I’ve seen, too. I think this episode predates Carly being buried alive by a few months, which was when things really started to get outlandish. So this is very much a time capsule of a show in transition. Without any further ado, let’s pay a visit to Salem circa March ’93…
We come in on Jack at the Brady Pub, and wow, I had forgotten how big and bustling it once felt. There used to be booths on the side close to the camera, too, and the place is crawling with extras. Jack is wearing a rather dopey tie and furiously crunching numbers. Victor sidles up to his table and smugly asks, “Still trying to make the Spectator pay?” He gloats about how broke Jack is and how he’s going to take over the paper. These two really do not like each other, based on the way they’re sniping at one another.
Over by the Pub’s front door, Austin — played by Patrick Muldoon, who looks exactly the way he did when he played that bastard Jeff who broke up Kelly and Zack on Saved by the Bell — is using the payphone (!!) to call the hospital. He asks to speak to a patient, Carrie Brady, and is told she isn’t taking calls. Austin is very distressed, which he expresses via some profoundly bad acting.
It just occurred to intrepid reporter Nicole to do a thorough web search on Xander? At least we got to see trusty old Ewe Search again! But what was she even doing? She was monologuing to herself (per usual) about how she’s been through these links a thousand times… but didn’t think to check “the dark web” (?!) like she did with Chyka until now. If the information that Xander did time for murder was on the internet and she didn’t bother to do a 10-second search to find it until now, there really is no hope. Who is she, Will?!
Folks, we have a Christmas mystery!
I thought I was seeing things, but I went back and reviewed the Christmas episode, and I swear there’s an ornament that says “Stephanie” on it. Look:
Jason47’s site confirms this little bit of weirdness. (By the way, if you don’t visit his site, get to it! It’s the most comprehensive, amazing Days resource I have ever seen.)
But this is super-strange, right? Stephanie didn’t actually get an ornament during the one Christmas (2010) when she was engaged to Nathan. They’ve done this before — a Carrie ornament popped up after she left town with Mike, even though they weren’t married when they left and we never heard about an offscreen marriage. Who knows — maybe Stephanie met up with that lunkhead Jeremy and got back together with him, and they reconnected over the brilliance of Touch The Sky Airlines? (Just kidding!)
Also, it makes me happy to see David and Scotty’s ornaments. If those didn’t make it onscreen for Christmas anymore, I would seriously think that Julie’s entire branch of the family had ceased to exist.
Because of the Grand Rule of Contrivance, also known as “EJ is a big, mean bully and also a joyless motherfucker who can’t do anything but scowl even when his cute-ass kids are romping around being adorable,” Nicole had to choose between her relationship with Brady and being a part of little Sydney’s life. In a surprisingly intelligent move for a Days character, she and Brady staged a break-up, and she moved into the DiMera mansion. (Typically, she would have broken up with him but not told him why, and he would hate her for a while, and they’d spend the next six months running into each other, but right after she announced, “I need to tell you the truth,” EJ would waltz in and interrupt, and Brady would never bother to be like, “Um, what truth are you always mentioning?”)
Now Nicole and Brady are carrying on a secret relationship. I think this is supposed to be exciting and sexy, and if you’d pitched me this story, I’d totally think it would be. While I appreciate any opportunity to gaze upon Brady’s strangely hairless torso, it’s difficult to get on board with characters who are so stupid that “sneaking around” entails having sex in other people’s living rooms and then basking around in the afterglow for hours because “no one is home right now.”
Shockingly, someone saw them through the window and took photos. I would say they’re lucky that the nanny didn’t walk in and that the butler is nonexistent. Or, you know, that the people who live there–from whom they are hiding their relationship–did not arrive home.
Meanwhile, we have a serious contender for Line of the Week:
Victor: “I don’t text. Besides, ‘text’ isn’t even a verb!”