anger and confusion
today i sat down to support a friend.
this marks the last time i ever do that.
a friend of mine landed a bit part on nbc's daytime soap, passions. her episode aired today. it's been a while since anyone i know was on a soap opera. so i wanted to watch it. several years ago, i had friends show up as orderlies or bartenders on such classics as all my children and days of our lives. i trudged through the hour-long shlock-fests to see their 2 minutes of airtime. i was happy to do it.
but, the hour i lost today will haunt me for a loooong time. passions makes all my children and days look like million dollar baby.
the 3 ongoing "plot" lines i could decern were as follows:
1) a man pressures his bi-racial grandson to pursue his relationship with a woman he just learned was his half-sister. okay, pretty standard.
2) a crazy woman kills another woman to take custody of her child and husband. we learn that this is a fantasy segment and the other woman has NOT, in fact, been stabbed. all the while, the crazy woman argues with her crazy mother who HAS to be a left over character from mad tv. trusted story-telling techniques take a backseat to absurdity.
3) crazy mother from above sends her best friend, a monkey, off on a train and away from the life they've had together. the monkey, (who i believe is named "precious") on her way to the train station, reminisces of the lost love of her life...the man who's wife was fantasy-killed earlier in the show. i only wish i was making this up.
surprisingly, the monkey turns in the best performance of the show.
my opinion of daytime television has never been high, but i would say that now it is immeasurably low. i can't understand how this shite stays on the air. it's apparently written by mrs. perkin's 3rd grade class, and performed by every community theatre drop out to ever get off a plane in los angeles or new york. and don't give me that "it's a guilty pleasure" argument. melrose place was a guilty pleasure. barry manilow is a guilty pleasure. passions is excrement.
as for my friend, she held her own as a shop clerk fawning over a baby. she's a model, not an actress per se, and her career will be just fine. just don't expect me to support THIS endeavor ever again.
this marks the last time i ever do that.
a friend of mine landed a bit part on nbc's daytime soap, passions. her episode aired today. it's been a while since anyone i know was on a soap opera. so i wanted to watch it. several years ago, i had friends show up as orderlies or bartenders on such classics as all my children and days of our lives. i trudged through the hour-long shlock-fests to see their 2 minutes of airtime. i was happy to do it.
but, the hour i lost today will haunt me for a loooong time. passions makes all my children and days look like million dollar baby.
the 3 ongoing "plot" lines i could decern were as follows:
1) a man pressures his bi-racial grandson to pursue his relationship with a woman he just learned was his half-sister. okay, pretty standard.
2) a crazy woman kills another woman to take custody of her child and husband. we learn that this is a fantasy segment and the other woman has NOT, in fact, been stabbed. all the while, the crazy woman argues with her crazy mother who HAS to be a left over character from mad tv. trusted story-telling techniques take a backseat to absurdity.
3) crazy mother from above sends her best friend, a monkey, off on a train and away from the life they've had together. the monkey, (who i believe is named "precious") on her way to the train station, reminisces of the lost love of her life...the man who's wife was fantasy-killed earlier in the show. i only wish i was making this up.
surprisingly, the monkey turns in the best performance of the show.
my opinion of daytime television has never been high, but i would say that now it is immeasurably low. i can't understand how this shite stays on the air. it's apparently written by mrs. perkin's 3rd grade class, and performed by every community theatre drop out to ever get off a plane in los angeles or new york. and don't give me that "it's a guilty pleasure" argument. melrose place was a guilty pleasure. barry manilow is a guilty pleasure. passions is excrement.
as for my friend, she held her own as a shop clerk fawning over a baby. she's a model, not an actress per se, and her career will be just fine. just don't expect me to support THIS endeavor ever again.
posted by cade at 3:06 AM
8 Comments:
I'm not gonna lie, I used to watch Passions. I haven't in over three years, though, so I've got that going for me at least, right?
You still there?
Okay. Just checking.
i hold no irregard...AS LONG as the monkey wasn't a main character when you watched. that's the only acceptable situation.
"Your new elevator name will be Pickles"
Was this Danielle, per chance?
The monkey was NOT. It was campier then, less ridiculous. Promise.
"my name is 'the captain'"
i need to find that on dvd somewhere. oh, that would be great.
no, this was shandi, miss usa for another 2 weeks. she's basically the blonde danielle, so you were close.
A lot of the ladies that I used to work with watched that on lunch (whoever said majority vote counted with the TV was stupid). Anyways, it sounds like the plot line has actually improved. Back then it included vampires, avatars, angels, and demons all masquerading as humans and a doll that came to life occasionally and was played by a midget. - Kellie
thanks kellie for the reassurance. what is wrong with these people?
no doubt.
thanks for stopping by. you're welcome anytime.
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