OK, um, huh?
That’s all I could sputter as I watched Sonny propose to Kate on General Hospital.
I really don’t get this couple.
Yeah, yeah. I know. They were teenage sweethearts in Bensonhurst (there’s no way GH will ever let us forget that … or the name Connie Falconari, for that matter) who went their separate ways and into vastly different worlds and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
I mean, Sonny and Kate talk about it incessantly. There’s no way I could not know their “story.”
But that’s been the problem for me. I, as a viewer, never got to see their grand romance unfold. So when they talk, that’s all it is. Just talk. It has absolutely no resonance or significance or investment for me.
It’s a bit of a shame, too, because I think Maurice Benard and Megan Ward work well together. I just don’t buy the great love story GH is trying to sell.
It doesn’t matter how many cutesy memories they giggle about or how many cheesy movie theaters/restaurants they yammer on in or how creative their “flashbacks” are.
I just don’t feel it because I haven’t seen it.
Show me, GH. Don’t tell me.
But whenever I find myself shaking my head at Sonny’s warp-speed, stuck-in-the-past, rather pathetic courtship of Kate, I just remind myself of one thing.
At least he’s no longer macking on Emily.
That alone makes Sonny and Kate OK (well, at least tolerable) in my book.
OK, um, huh?