Monday, May 11, 2020
Me Declaro Culpable #60 5/11/2020 Roberta's Sweet Dream is Slip Slip Slippin' Away
We begin in the drab jail where Katia is waving Tizzy like a red flag in front of Natalia's eyes. Castolo is our lawyer now and taking your baby away from you is a done deal. Nat promises to fight with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile SoggyPaolo looks guilty and conflicted, but at least he doesn't cry.
Ingrid, Still Cray-Cray but Nicer
Alba and Ingrid are cozy buddies now, all made up and family, until Javier intrudes and demands that Ingrid confess that she was the one who disconnected him and sent him into the Great Beyond. (I thought this was already proved at the trial, when the nurse testified about Ingrid's presence in the room when the the respirator stopped permanently. Did the writers forget this?) Anyway Ingrid freaks out and screams "Callate, callate" [shut up, shut up]. -"Never! sneers Julian." Not until you tell the truth!" Later on, at the café, Ingrid's still in sweet harmony mode, and reassures a weepy Alba that eventually Franco will retrieve his memory and realize he's madly in love with her. Hope those beanies are strapped on tight Viewerville, 'cause this is quite a character transformation.
Paolo's Soltero Apartment
He's all cranky with Katia because she went behind his back and hired Tizzy. "Don't ever do this again! I've already got a lawyer." Later we see Katia trying on a wedding dress and wanting the seamstress to make it a lot tighter and lower cut at the bodice (más escolte). So she's looking quite fetching when Emanuel arrives and tells her to fess up before the wedding about their couch moving , or else he'll drop the dime.
Franco's Office
Gael starts out trying to get Franco to admit that this Alba is quite a looker. And sweet too. Yeah yeah, but our family man is all about getting back together again with his dear wife Roberta. Even when Alba arrives with the yummy coffee he taught her to make, he doesn't wilt. She's all wah-wah outside the door when she leaves. [I don't care, do you?] Next Franco gets a pretend call from Natalia in New York. She burbles on about completing her studies and being very happy--as long as she knows her daddy loves her. He does. And he understands why she probably didn't want to stay in the house with Roberta and Tiziano, but don't worry, things will soon be back to normal.
The Patio at the Urzúa Mansion
Roberta and Tiz are having a little pow-wow. He's determined to eliminate Franco permanently, but she's ready to bargain. "You said you loved me and would do anything to make me happy. So here's what I want--let him live." -"And what do I get in return?" "My very life" answers Roberta. [Now interpret that as you will, but sure sounds like foreshadowing to me]
Tizzy's Office
Well if the women are scrapping and hair pulling like fishwives, the fellas are antler bashing to beat the band. Franco sneers that Tiz never got over being dumped at the altar. And now he's parading around as head of the office, living in Franco's house and bedding his wife. But all in vain. You don't have the balls, boy, to take over my life. It's too big for you. Tiz begs to differ; tries to get Franco to sell him his shares in the office (x-nay) and finally sends him off to handle a difficult case that he's sure he will lose. (All a ploy to get Franco to jail. He's hoping old Frank will spring an aneurysm when he spots a pregnant Nati in jail .)
The Jail Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Natalia and Alba are having a jailside best friends chat, holding hands when Roberta arrives and starts a tussle. The guard pushes them out, but the tussle continues with Alba forbidding Bertie to have anything to do with Franco. Bertie brandishes her 25 year marriage, daughter and family ties as giving her a legitimate slice of our galán. Alba waves her humongous engagement ring and the fresh, pure love they have together as her right to a piece of him. "So what, snaps Roberta, "we're lovers now. The first thing he did after leaving the hospital was jump into my bed and make sweet, delicious love to me." Well that pretty much trumps Alba's engagement ring and she wilts a bit. But we trust that our little perky cheerleader will come back and fight some more. And she does.
The Hot Sheets Hotel
Last night, the planned Love Shack meeting between Franco and Roberta fizzled out. Just as she was sneaking out the door to meet her "lover", Tiz spotted her, and insisted that she come to his bed and convince him with wild, passionate love-making that she was his, all his. So today, Roberta is planning to make up for it. She's at the hotel, and phones Franco in her low, husky voice telling him she needs him, she wants him, and she just. can't. wait. Evidently he can't either. He's bolting out to his car when Alba tries to stop him. He shrugs her off. And starts the car. She throws herself in front of it and claims to injure her knee. He's solicitous, follows her to her room, ices it down and they trail down Memory Lane. She's reminding him of her little trick at the jail, when she pretended to fall and injure herself, in order to get his help as a lawyer. When he tries to get up and meet Bertie, she shrieks with new pain so he stays a little longer. But Bertie calls again and he's off. We don't get to see the actual lovemaking, but it must have been worth it because Bertie got home so late Tiz was already asleep. [Call me twisted but I'm rather enjoying this reversal of fortune, with Roberta getting the ardent loving of Franco and leaving Alba in the dust.]
Our Bertie Goes Berserk
Typical married scene. Tiz: When did you get home last night? Bertie: Oh, not late. But you were already asleep. T: Okay-but where's my blue shirt? B: In the laundry room. T: Can you get it for me? She does and Tiz promptly locks her in, with a chain and padlock no less, and our Bertie goes looney-tunes. She's back in the basement, pleading with Papito to let her out. She didn't see anything. Mom is bad. She's not letting you be happy. I promise not to tell. (It's all pretty heart-rending actually. And gets worse.) Mauro enters, hears Bertie's pleas for help and lets her out. But then proceeds to destroy her by saying he only saved Franco's life so Alba could be happy with him. He's delighted to have a normal daughter, not like the crazy rotten Roberta, and he wants the former to get whatever she wants. Whew! Well, I guess our questions are answered. Mauro really did torch his wife. And really really doesn't give much of a fig for the troublesome Roberta.
The Revolving Door Jail
Visiting hours have been busy. Nat's held court with Paolo, Katia and Tiz; then Alba and Mom; now with Always There Never Wanted Juls. He's proposing new strategies for protecting Natalia's baby. 1) Messing with the DNA results so Paolo is not the father. She protests that she doesn't want to hurt Paolo again. Okay. Plan B is to marry Julian. In jail. Then he's officially the father of the baby, regardless of biological parentage, and no one can take the little tyke away. All this is complicated by Franco showing up to question his new client, but speedy Juls spots him and manages to shield Nat from his sight. Sorry Viewerville, no aneurysms today.
Alba's Cozy Cuartucho (but where's Bianca's baby then?)
Franco, while traipsing around the jail, has had little glimmers of memory pop up. Who knows, maybe it's the malodorous corridors (they say scent is a powerful memory stimulus) but he's getting glimpses of meeting Alba for the first time. And now as he returns to her wee room, he finds not her, but Gabriel. Who greets him, tells him who he is, explains that he has the same disease that helped end his dad's life and....wait for it...tells him that his mom Alba is MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!! Alba, who has just arrived, is embarrassed and perplexed. Franco seems mildly amused. But interested. (What guy doesn't mind hearing a pretty younger woman is apeshit over him?) And Gabe deftly excuses himself, saying "I'll leave you two alone to work this out."
el fin
Well Patio, there you have it. I think the scales are about to fall from Franco's eyes. Will he have an aneurysm or just fall back into Alba's arms? At any rate, I think we can say that poor Bertie's Indian Summer Honeymoon is over. She's about to be relegated to Inconvenient Ex-Wife and Inconvenient Daughter. But she did get two red-hot lovin' nights out of it. Not bad given her track record. Tune in tomorrow to see what else hits the fan.
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Specifically for today, which was another great recap, I most liked "Well that pretty much t*#@ps Alba's engagement ring and she wilts a bit", and "Typical married scene" where you proceed to describe the blue shirt chain and padlock curious episode of the dog in the nighttime scene. She really has had some rough patches in her life, and I also don't begrudge Roberta the pleasure of Franco's couch moving skills.
Gabe is more tolerable these days. Too bad it took leukemia and the death of Lollipop Girl to wear him down enough where we can stand him. I do hope he recovers in the next 2 days.
Ingrid has certainly done an abrupt turn. Now she and Alba are besties ???? Really???
Franco must be a live machine the way Rob and Alba are fighting over him. And Rob must be pretty athletic herself with Tiz all in tizzy for her considering all the young chickens he was with at the beginning of this.
Nat' s prison garb reminds me of my Brownie uniform except it had buttons not a zipper and was accessorized with a sash full of nifty badges.
I loved:
“The Jail Where Everybody Knows Your Name
The Hot Sheets Hotel
The Revolving Door Jail
Bertie's Indian Summer Honeymoon"
And I especially like how you wrote this sentence: “Bertie brandishes her 25 year marriage, daughter and family ties as giving her a legitimate slice of our galán.”
”(I thought this was already proved at the trial, when the nurse testified about Ingrid's presence in the room when the respirator stopped permanently. Did the writers forget this?)”
-- Um, yes, it does appear the writers have forgotten this.
So the train is picking up steam and our bus ride is almost over.
At this point, Natalia continues to talk to Julian so I am done with her. I do not care one fig what happens to her.
And, seriously, Julian can’t just marry Nat and claim custody of the baby. I don’t even think Mexican courts would allow that. We are not. that. stupid. Gah.
OT - PAPA A TODA MADRE follows this one. I saw the ad for it during MDC, today. Since when does Looneyvision re-run a daytime telenovela in the same time-slot? Its first run started less than 18 months ago. QTH? Univision clearly has problems. There are better shows they can give us.
SUSANLYNN...Yes, our Ingrid has become Little Miss Pittypat, at least where Alba is concerned. Are we to assume it's because her phantom son Patricio has come back and that deep wound within her heart has been salved? Who knows? The writers have me dazed and confused with all their abrupt changes. As for my hand, it's still there and so is the melanoma. I won't have the surgery until June 22. I still need to heal from my tooth being yanked out. Eventually they're going to screw in an implant. I don't have any artificial joints but my mouth is a minefield. What can I say?
Anyway, I'm deeply grateful that this story was only 63 capitulos and we are to be liberated from these folks by Wednesday. As I've said all along, the Patio is terrific. The show, not so much.
And I loved your "I don't care one fig about her [Natalia]. Sorry to say, I have that feeling about everyone of these characters. They have become tiresome and annoying. But I do think a marriage would legally entitle Julian to be named father. As I understand it, in Mexican law, the legal husband is the father of any child born to the wife, regardless of its biological origin.
"As I understand it, in Mexican law, the legal husband is the father of any child born to the wife, regardless of its biological origin"
Yikes!!! I have no other words for that. Geez.....
doris has noted all of my favorites but I also enjoyed "Still Cray-Cray".
No need to know the storyline to appreciate your gems. You always write so beautifully.
Now "fish-wives" is certainly not a commonplace phrase. I love it because my mother would often refer to some one screaming like a "fish wife". As a child, I always dearly wanted to meet a fish wife because I was not really sure what she meant. A silly but happy memory, so thank you for bringing that back to me.
Nice to see you Susanlynn and doris.
Oh, and PATM was definitely an evening show (as I watched it). A great cast. Mediocre story.
Oh, I would love to see Alborada which I didn't see and/or Amor Real which I only saw bits and pieces of. We can hope.
Thank you Judy - this was a bright spot in my day!
Diana
Well, I think it's a relief for everybody that this particular cray-cray show is wrapping up. But it does leave open the question of what is going to take the place of our afternoon and evening telenovelas if this coronavirus pandemic continues for many many months...as it appears it will. Life is changing. And will stay changed for a long time.
Amor Real and Alborada would be great distractions from the weird world we are all now stuck in.
Ingrid's guilt was proven in court, so why isn't she in prison? Either someone was asleep at the switch, the law decided that if Javier wanted to die it didn't matter who did it, and someone ignored the fact that Ingrid's motive for this was to frame Alba for the crime.
Sorry, but I can't work up any sympathy for Roberta. Once she became an adult she should have taken herself to a shrink about her parents but she never did. She also resisted all efforts of others to help her. She used her mental illness as a weapon and probably thinks that it is a Stay Out of Prison card. She is despicable and Franco should have divorced her long before the curtain went up on this story.
Julián, one of you will probably kill the other. I can't wait.
Alba, don't believe a word of this. She is still dangerous and she is a killer.
Ingrid, Javier's image is what is left of your conscience.
Franco, whatever it takes you need to get your memory back to remember what a monster Roberta is.
Natalia, you can't keep up this pretense forever. ¿Te amo más?
Ingrid, what is your game now?
Tizzy, you know she is also a killer. We won't remind you again.
Franco, you really aren't ready yet for this chess game.
Alba, don't take the bait. You know she is crazy.
Another outrageous coincidence? Or is this to show how stupid Tizzy really is?
Mauro, you have just put your life on the line. Have you forgotten that Roberta has already tried to kill you once?
Natalia, no matter what he says, don't marry Julián.
Feeling well.
I repeat the sentiment, these people are
Rather tiresome.
Pao is a big disappointment as a galan. He is by far the weakest wimpiest guy Iv
Ever seen in a tn. Just cutz he's in a wheelchair don't mean ya gotta be wimpy.
I'm with Julian, I'm surprised he would believe the lie about the baby being Julians too. What a wimp. Natty could do better, just not juuuulian.
Franco is getting his memories back. Now
Where is Barbara striesand when you need
Her.
Berti sounded so sad locked in that room. She's messed up like that b'cus of
Mauro. He's a SOB to do that to a little
Girl, and then continue the torture into adulthood. She Still that little girl in some ways. But She's an adult and has done adult bad things.She's accountable.
I wonder if they will do a time jump.
They must have rushed this b'cuz of covid19.
Two days left. Now all the crazy will come out. It will be interesting to
See what happens in two days.
Thank you JudyB. Its good to laugh.
Ps, they are showing reruns of the bold & the beautiful, young and the restless.
Who wants to see reruns of victor newman
Screwing up peoples lives and blaming them for it?�� In tnland he would have
Been killed off 30 years ago. So every one is showing reruns? Some reruns I can
Do without. Stay safe y'all. Please!
URBAN....Always enjoy your “Just ask UA advice approach. And what a judge you would have made! Also a kick ass prosecutor. I especially liked “Franco, you aren’t ready for this chess game.” He’s a rather naive galan in spite of his law degree and “tranquilo tranquilo “ approach to life. And only two episodes left to get up to speed! Oh well...will be fun to see what the writers throw at us next.
Loved your quip about Barbra Streisand. Boy could she just twang your heartstrings when she sang that song. Come to think of it, The Way We Were would be a fun movie to rewatch. Much better than old American soap operas. Ah well, “first world problems”.
Okay everybody. Hanging up my skates for the evening. See you all tomorrow morning.
It has been my own personal experience that many brilliant people like Franco, who is a successful and respected lawyer, suffer a lack of everyday common sense.
I dunno, but this is a galán that I don't admire. Nor do I find him appealing. Ditto for the character of Alba, who is just an aging pom-pom girl, fighting for the quarterback.
Either that's a failure of the writing team or I'm just a hopeless curmudgeon. (or both!)
As a femme d'un certain age, I must say I'm getting a kick out of Roberta's shelf life. She gets more action than all the younger actresses combined. Both of her suitors are idiots, but happily they do seem capable of moving furniture without crying, which is a low bar but one we've had to learn to appreciate.
What was with Natalia in the jail? She's been virtually comatose for the last, what, six weeks, and one glimpse of Daddy and she goes off like a squeaky toy? I thought Julian was going to have to choke her out.
BLUE LASS...Well, yes, the writer's threw us a bone (no pun intended) when they gave our Roberta another steamy second season in her life. Maybe that's because they know most of the people watching these shows are "femmes d'un certain age". I don't think many young people are into telenovelas anymore. And you did make an important point, both those aging galanes can do it without tears. A real plus!
Thank you for steering us through the mud of this soggy, boggy telenovela.
And for the record (in your answer to Blue Lass), if they keep serving up young leads like the ones on MDC, no wonder young people aren't into telenovelas. Besides, they DO require a lot of time--although DVR's has certainly made it easier.
More later on the episode itself.
Despite Rob's last hurrah with the perfectly coiffed couch moving Franco , I think that her expiration date is rapidly approaching . May her savage soul RIP. We know that foxy Frank was meant for the terminally perky , skirtswirling Alba. Rah Rah Rah sis boom bah... humbug . End scene.
Susanlynn, putting on her skates
DORIS..."because he was, um, tied up..." Definitely sending you to extra study hall with SUSANLYNN of "while moving furniture with other loose change". You two are snarkalicious today.
Thanks for checking in ANITA. And I quite agree with you, it's "a soggy, boggy" telenovela but the fast company here on the Patio made it all worth while. Give Andrew Cuomo a kiss for me when you watch his press conference later. Now there's a soltero galán worth pining for!
Either that's a failure of the writing team or I'm just a hopeless curmudgeon. (or both!)"
Writing team failure for sure. Do they even have a clue while writing, how this is going to look on the screen? American football is still foreign territory to a lot of cultures south of the border, but you NAILED it.
Have nothing to add except Roberta was such fun (in a bad way) to watch and she deserved the Best Antagonista prize for 2018 by TVyNovelas.
I hope I never have to see another Soggy Pao in any tn. I'll take Rogelio Montero as my wheelchair anti-hero any day. Does anyone else besides me think Pao was miscast? I could easily have accepted Emanuel in a wheelchair or Dante--singing his heart out from a wheelchair. Pao contributed nothing to himself or others in low these many episodes. He just railed and fulminated against life in a wheelchair. Rogelio did, too, but he was a realist and continued to manage his businesses and his ranch. Pao never learned to do anything useful except cry and feel sorry for himself. That's not a good life-lesson for viewers, especially ones with mobility issues.
May "Moving Couches" live on after MDC closes.
Susanlynn you cracked me up with that one. Loose change, indeed! LOL
I'm nominating Ingrid as Ms. Loose Change of this wacky story. And Katia as runnerup.
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