Since I’m unemployed, and have a DVR, I’ve decided to start watching soap operas again. My history with soaps is as follows:
The
Golden Age: One summer before I could work but after I could be left
home alone, I watched three soaps a day. The ABC ones – All My
Children, One Life to Live, and General Hospital. I caught the tail end
of the Sarah Michelle Gellar years on AMC, in fact.
The
Revival: The summer before law school I had a few weeks with nothing to
do, so I caught back up with General Hospital. Then that first summer
during law school I was again bored, and watched it A LOT. But once
classes started up again I had to tape it every day, and I quit after
about a week.
Today: Now, three years later, I realized that I
can watch any soap I want, through the magic of the DVR. Welcome back,
old friends!
My game plan is as follows: Test drive each soap
opera for two weeks. It takes that long to figure out what’s going on,
and decide whether it’s awesome or not. The exception is General
Hospital, which I regret ever abandoning, and which I hope to watch
every day until I die. Seriously, that show is awesome. It has the mob.
Enough said.
That brings us to Passions, my first Two Week
Soap. I had really high expectations. There was a doll that came to
life, right? And maybe ghosts and stuff? And it was crazy and over the
top? Well, I was very disappointed. VERY.
There were only THREE plotlines! And each one was incredibly boring!
Plot
#1: Stuck in a Mineshaft. Some chick was pushed down a mineshaft, hung
out for a week, then was rescued in the second week. It was vaguely
interesting because the Town’s Only Cop went into a trance after having
a sleeping pill dropped into his coffee and could see her ghostly image
pleading for help. Oh, and they had to get naked and cuddle for warmth.
Hilariously, it’s his FOURTH time doing that! Still, the mineshaft plot
was slow and boring.
Plot #2: Ratted Out to the Tabloids. I
guess this lady told the tabloids that her husband was really a member
of the evil rich family (the Cranes). She lied about it, claiming it
was actually his ex-girlfriend. The ex decided she wanted him back, so
tried to prove it was the wife. This was so boring I almost died. It
was endless back and forth about believing people. The three characters
had the same conversation a million times.
Plot #3: Pretending
You’re Dying So Your Fiancee Won’t Leave You. Kay decides she is still
in love with Miguel, so she has to cancel her wedding to Fox Crane.
(The names are pretty great – the lady in the mineshaft was called
Fancy.) Fox gets wind of this (via eavesdropping, a soap opera standby)
and pretends to receive a call from his doctor regarding his fictional
fatal illness. Kay is wracked by guilt and still hasn’t told Fox,
choosing to sleep with him instead! That’s pretty great, especially
since Fox also tracked down Miguel’s vanished one true love, and
smuggled her back into town. He is really really serious about marrying
Kay. I don’t know why, since she doesn’t love him and also isn’t that
great a person. But that whole plot was at least interesting.
Other:
- Passions loves the voice-over, especially to relay obvious information.
- The
names are awesome. For example, the ex-girlfriend from Plot #2 named
her son after another main character, so she always has to call him
Little Ethan.
- Random shirtlessness is always appreciated, and
there was at least one incident per episode. One guy had a whole
conversation with his wife, ex-girlfriend, mother-in-law, and a male
stranger without putting on his shirt. The shirt was right there, on
the table next to him.
- The acting is almost all terrible, particularly by the nice guy men. I think Miguel is actually a puppet.
- A
witch did show up on the second Friday, with the ability to make
everyone in the room fall asleep by clapping. I guess that’s crazy, but
even she was a little boring. And, if your universe includes witches
and magical powers, why does it only come up once every two weeks? Talk
about a wasted opportunity.
- Oh my God, Paloma. Paloma is the
Town’s Only Cop’s sister. She wears a barrette. She is nosy and dumb. I
hate her.
Conclusion: Goodbye, Passions! You didn’t
deliver the crazy shenanigans I reasonably expected, and also you were
dull and repetitive. I wish I’d watched in your heydey, when that living doll
fell down a well or whatever.
Up next? All My Children! I
chose this one because the commercials show a General Hospital alum
with an eyepatch and amnesia. Sold!