Friday, April 17, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #44, 4/17/20: Talking Heads All Day; Nobody Dies, Yet


Today was different from all other days. No action, no deaths, no murders, no suicides, no accidents, no dancing on the terrace, no smoldering kisses. All we got was talking heads. The main topic was a wedding. Will she or won’t she? Natalia’s family and friends take sides. Julián is dying, but instead of rushing to his side, Nat spends the whole day polling the interested parties.

ATTENTION: Me Declaro Culpable Has Officially Jumped the Shark Today.

Here’s where it all starts.

Ingrid and the Semi-corpse
While on hospital watch, Ingy, for some unfathomable reason, pushes the idea of Julián conning Natalia into marriage. She suggests he remain on death watch while she figures out how to bribe the doctors to see it their way. Nat almost catches them plotting or Ingy plotting, that is, when she returns to take her turn in the vigil. She feverishly tries to get a comatose Julián to react. Later Ingy lies and tells Nat that Julián will most probably expire. He told Ingy he loved Nat with all his heart and his dying wish is the same as he had while he lived—to marry her. It’s his dream. She asks Nat to think about it. Nat, seriously, seems to take the information under advisement.
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Me Declaro Culpable #43, 4/16/20: Roberta gets help

Hi Patio Peeps, lets get down to tonight's recap:

Natalia is having flashbacks to the semi nice things that Julian did for her- she forgets the part where he drugged her drink in an attempt to date rape her and in turn caused her to run over Paolo causing him to become paralyzed. Minor details.

Gabriel: I hate recapping his scenes cause he annoys me. Anyways, Gabe is sad because he has leukemia and is angry that Ingrid hid this from him. Does he have leukemia or are his symptoms due to the drugs that Ingrid has been sneaking in his food? If his dad had leukemia then why did he have memory loss as one of his symptoms? Someone explain this to me! I diagnose this telenovela with a case of bad writing. I don't think it will make a full recovery #thoughtsandprayers.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #42, 4/15/20: Ever try to kill a cockroach, or even just get rid of one?


Patio, here is today’s recrap.  At least I dutifully stayed awake.  Some scenes were left out, but here is what you need to know:


GABRIÉL

Gabe is talking to Alba on the phone and they both decide he just does not understand what he is reading on those medical test results, so they’ll go with whatever Ingrid told them. (Really, Alba?  When did you start trusting Ingy?)

Thank goodness, Gabe has a brain.   He goes to see the doctor  (looks like with no appointment) who tells him he has leukemia.   Cara de impactada de Gabriel.  So much for ever believing anything Ingrid says. Right?

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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #41, 4/14/20: The Number You Have Dialed Is Out of Its Mind

Hotel Mea Culpa

If it's Tuesday, we must be in...wait...exactly the same spot we were in last Tuesday? No wonder I feel like I'm not getting anywhere in life.

Alba totters down the precarious, wet, sandy stairs in her high-heeled platform sandals, because of course now is the time to change out of sensible shoes. She is charmed by Franco's surprise party, which seems to include the additional hazards of drinking champagne and sitting on giant spiny yoga balls next to a railing that consists of nothing more than two pieces of saggy rope. If these two were baddies, it would all be very suspenseful, but unfortunately they're endgame so there's no point getting excited.

Alba is amazed that Franco had time to plan all this when "he is always so busy at work." I start laughing hysterically, and so do they, only in slow motion and for an absurdly long time.

Flophouse Urzua

Apparently Nat got hungry and came home. Margara surprises her with her head in the refrigerator and hands her a passive-aggressive suicide note from Roberta saying she has nothing more to live for now that everyone has abandoned her. Cara de impactada de Natalia: all this and they're out of yoghurt, too?
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Monday, April 13, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #40, 4/13/20: Fish Or Cut Bait, Nati, We're Sick Of Your Whining

Ugh and double Ugh.  Lots of unpleasantness in this one, including Tiziano's "whistle while you work" demeanor as he and his henchie fix up poor strangled Rufino to look like he hung himself.  Still whistling, Tizzy shuffles through his various papers till he finds the suicide note he concocted and leaves that on the prison cot.  The script looked quite elegant actually, way too refined for the poor wastrel that Rufino seemed to be. And then our macabre pair gaily exit the cell, having cheerfully wrapped up [no pun intended] all their work.  Yikes.

Elsewhere, Ingrid is giving her usual over-the-top academy awards performance as a distraught auntie learning her nephew has the same dreaded disease that killed her brother.  Doc, who first wanted to talk to Gabe's mom, but then settles for Ingrid, says the lad must start chemo as soon as possible.  This is a very aggressive malady.  More histrionics.
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Friday, April 10, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #39, 4/10/20: And the Band Played On..and On…and On

Prologue
In case anyone missed this little gem yesterday—When Tizzie called Bertie to tell her that Marga had spilled the beans, he told her they can’t use spousal abuse any longer in their petition for divorce. He said they would have to think of something else. Hmmmm.

No toothbrush, no make-up, no hairbrush, poor Natty
Nat is trying to get away from La Loca Madre so fast she only packs a couple of silk baby doll p.j.s, not even a spare pair of spike heels. She tells her mother she’s not sure where she’s going, but she sure is gong. Bertie yells that she’ll be sorry, as Nat flees. (Bertie’s bustle looks odd without being under a floor-length Victorian gown.)

Left alone, she tears the house apart looking for the security cameras. We know she’s loca because she’s looking under sofa cushions. Jousting lance in hand, Doña Quijote tilts at black mini-objects near the ceiling. These are real. She knocks them down and begins collecting them. She makes a clean sweep, finding the last one in her bedroom. The one good thing is she did it without a drink in the other hand.
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WEEKEND DISCUSSION 4/10/20: Crimes of Fashion, 7th Edition

It's been quite a while since we've gotten out the kitty litter to sling at the guilty parties in the world of fashion crimes. I anticipate a chorus of meows and a few hisses at some of these:

Silly neckwear is not limited to people who can't afford better.
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Me Declaro Culpable #38, 4/9/20: Different day, same old fights


Short recap ahead cause I'm tired.

 Franco, Alba & Roberta- with some Tizano thrown in:

 As covered in yesterday's recap Roberta taunted Alba about killing her husband and Alba snapped and gave Roberta a well deserved smack across the face, Roberta threatens to destroy Alba-again. Who wants to keep count of how many times Roberta threatens to kill Alba? And omg why is Roberta still roaming free? Like if any of us threatened someone with death we would at the very least get a restraining order filed against us.

Also, this shows editing sucks. Next thing we know Tizano is demeaning Franco for still working for his father in law (we have heard this same fight before) and Franco counters with "yeah, but I have a good reputation, and I don't have to lie and cheat to win cases, and if you two want to claim I hit Roberta go to it".

Margarita breaks down and confesses to Natalia that she lied, Franco never hit Roberta and the only reason she lied was because Roberta threatened her job.
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Wednesday, April 08, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #37, 4/8/20: Nothing to see here, folks.


If your DVR broke or your signal went out, don’t worry --- be happy.  Most. boring. episode. yet. It was a struggle to stay awake.    The only interesting thing that happened  in this snoozer was in the final scene when Roberta shows up with hair twelve inches longer than we’ve seen all season.  Quééé???  (that's Spanish for Whaaaaaat? ... because it's all about the Spanish, right?)

On the positive side, we had a Gael + Bianca sighting; the bright spot in our day.  Their “cita-thon” is an ongoing success.  Woot!  Now they’re off to the aquarium.  The Gail + Bianca table on The Patio is so happy.

Some scenes combined, some scenes ignored.  Enjoy.


--- ROBERTA STEALS MOST OF TODAY’S SHOW

Natalia falls for Berta’s Oscar winning performance of “poor me, look what your daddy dearest did  to me.” Hook, line, and sinker.  Argh.  Even Franco can't convince Nat he is innocent.

Bertie also threatens  her maid Margarita’s job security if she tells anyone the truth about Bert’s hand injury.   Marga says she will not nominate her for Boss of the Year, and complies.

Later, Roberta calls on Margarita to tell Natalia that Franco hit Bertie and caused the hand injury.  The wicked witch of Mexico was pleased.  Margarita gets to keep her job another day.

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Tuesday, April 07, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #36, 4/7/20: Everybody Doesn't Like Someone

Aqua House o' Drama

Ingrid runs out into the street and pulls Mauro off Julian. Mauro promptly breaks up with her, although it's not clear whether the precipitating factor was the sleeping around, the sleeping around with a subordinate, or the interruption of the strangling of the subordinate. Either way, she's been a really annoying girlfriend. "Hospital!" croaks Julian. "Tequila!" hisses Ingrid. She wins. Nobody turns off the car alarm.

Cafe TMI

Tizzy drops in to taunt Gael about his apron. "I knew you were a terrible lawyer, but this is your side gig?" Gael tells him he's just helping out "Blanquita" -- I'm not sure the diminutive is evidence of advancing intimacy, but I'll take what I can get -- and if he's late to work, Tiz can go ahead and sue him. After Gael dashes off with some plates, Tizzy copies Franco's hotel info from the napkin where Gael had jotted it down.

Reclusorio of Misdirected Emotion

After Natalia hits the floor, Paolo flings himself out of his wheelchair so he can lie down next to her and pet her like a kitty. Now he's twice as mad at Rufino -- "Look what you did to this poor, innocent girl!" I'm surprised she can get up from under the weight of all that irony, but before you know it she's back at Paolo's place having a conversation that's so boring I've forgotten it already. Anyway, she remembers Julian saying it would be better to be hated for being Juls' flip-flopping arm candy than for being Paolo's fateful instrument of doom, so she calls her favorite mental retrograde and asks him to come and get her.

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Monday, April 06, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #35, 4/6/20: Mauro Makes his Move

Hi Patio!  Have you ever noticed how the best part of an episode usually comes during the very last nano-second?  It sure did today.  We got to see  canny old fox Mauro trap Julian when he tried to turn off the car alarm in his snazzy convertible. And then wrap a black leather belt tightly around his neck, ready to squeeze all the man juice out of our treacherous lawyer.  Of course it's too soon for Juls to make an exit, but still--the sight was sweet indeed.

That was not the only damage done.  Roberta, dressed in bright spring pink today, deliberately slammed her hand in a door in order to have grisly proof for a legal medical expert that hubby Franco was abusing her.  Evidently father and daughter are both prepared to go to painful lengths to insure that they get what they want, when they want it.  Remains to be seen if this drastic strategy works.
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Friday, April 03, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #34, 4/3/20: Da Bomb Was a Dud but the Warning Was Not

Our JuJu Princess Prognosticator was right! Franco and Alba don’t leave the series—yet. However, it could have been possible to have something go awry, cause some damage, maybe even require hospitalization. Instead, we get some aftermath canoodling in the NoTell Café, where everybody knows your name business, especially when you don’t hide it. 

Let’s Begin at the End (of Yesterday)
Franco and Alba are in the bomb-armed car (confirmed by Franco by using his cell phone as a selfie mirror—very clever). They are clutching each other for dear life, like maybe it’s the last time they’ll ever feel something. Neither wants to leave the other. They just wait, terrified, for the explosion. Mystery man calls again and says, in essence, “Fooled ya. But I’m your worst enemy and be on guard, because I’m gonna eat you little fishy.” (Well, actually that was Cat in Red Dwarf—see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMlDlu-MTRo). Franco and Alba are celebrating their near miss. He tries to explain there are lots of folks out there who might be provoked by hatred and revenge, but never taken to this level. Alba is horrified. Franco entreats her into more macking and canoodling. He tells her, “All I need is you and a couple of whiskies.” Since they never got to Gabe’s to give him the news, Alba will text him to come by later. Meanwhile, the hugging goes on and Franco’s brilliant white teeth practically light up the place.
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Me Declaro Culpable #33, 4/2/20: An episode full of bombs

Morning patio peeps! My apologies for this super late recap, I'm so stressed out that my body just shut down, I was getting ready to recap and next thing I know it's five am and my cat was chewing on  my hair. Now on to our recap:

Natalia and Pablo:

 Pablo learns from Franco that Natalia is hiding out in Morelos with her friend Valentina, Franco gives Pablo Valentinas address and Pablo rolls down there for a final visit with Natalia, basically they breakup (again)- this leads to Pablo later having a crying fit, getting drunk and crawling around his bedroom floor, thank goodness for his bro who comes in, picks him up and gets him coffee, then he throws a fully clothed Pablo into the shower.

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Wednesday, April 01, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #32, 4/1/20: Nat confessed to Pao, Bertie offs herself instead, and Ingrid just vaporizes with Javier


NOT!!! Just a bad April Fools’ Day joke.   ~meh~  Actually, this is episode #32 out of 62 episodes, so we’re at the point of no return.  On the downhill slide.   Some scenes are combined, while others are glossed over or completely ignored.   (No guarantee on accuracy.  Please feel free to correct any mistakes.) 
 No Gael & Bianca sightings,   and Mauro was a busy guy today.

NATALIA & ALBA

Nat tells Alba she chickened out on telling Pao the truth and deleted the video from the new cell phone she bought for him.  The patio is not surprised.  Convo   that follows is more of the same. And they discuss Franco & Roberta’s pending divorce.    Lather, rinse, repeat.  Boring.

JULIAN & KATIA

Julian call Katia to tell her Paolo and Natalia are planning to marry.   If they work together, they can stop it.  So they meet at a local hotel room to work on their scheme of outing Natalia.   The only thing Julian really works on is macking on Katia, who has now become another notch on his belt of babes bagged. We are spared that scene. Ew.  Cooties.  I hope he has had his shots.   Katia, too. 

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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #31, 3/31/20: Some Very Illogical Decisions

A Fake-Out and a Wimp-Out

Paolo rolls up on Natalia while she's confessing into the phone and...he's wearing earphones and doesn't hear a thing. Cheap trick, writers. They have an endless back-and-forth over a lackluster dinner: she insists he watch the whole thing, not just the syrupy intro, and he tries to get her to just tell him whatever. Finally she pouts so much he agrees to do what she says she wants, which of course causes her to immediately change her mind. Bok-bok.

Later he accidentally deletes the video. These two together do not add up to one even mildly interesting person.

Bufete of Revolving Doors

Gael gleefully shows Julian into his new storage space office and takes away his liquor. Now that's just cruel -- how can you seek justice without the juice? They don't teach that in Televisa Law School!

Bertie materializes in Franco's office and, for her next trick, conjures both Alba with the coffee and Tiziano with the divorce papers. Franco is justifiably suspicious. Once he and Alba are alone, they have a karma-tempting exchange about how they are getting closer and closer to their goal. What's actually getting closer and closer is Mauro, who bursts in and catches them kissing.

Alba flees and the two cross dull verbal swords ("What is with you?" -- "No, what's with you?") until Franco remembers to spill the most important bean about the divorce -- that it was Roberta's idea. When he churlishly asks if Mauro can just accept that, his suegro tells him not to trip over the desk on his way out...after he drops his resignation on it. Buh-bye.
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Monday, March 30, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #30, 3/30/20: Secrets Discovered, Confessions Made, Dreams Lost, And Roberta's Still Crazy

Boy, the action was fast and furious this afternoon, even if Roberta committing suicide was all a Franco wet dream.  We see her inserting the pistol into her mouth, and suddenly Franco wakes up with a start.  He's been chastely cuddling with Alba, she under the sheets, he on top (of the sheets! what were you thinking?) and realizes the suicide was just a nightmare.  He does a double check to make sure the café door is securely locked, and then comes back for more chaste, reassuring snuggle time.

Home Sweet Home

Meanwhile Roberta and Mauro, both awake back at the house, are having a contentious papa-daughter chat.  She KNOWS Franco is not working late as he claims.  For sure he's with that Alba bitch. Mauro defends her as a "pobre muchacha" which ticks Bertie off big time.  So, you love her more than me!? (Well Alba did save his life, whereas Bertie tried to take it.  Sooo.....)
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Friday, March 27, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #29, 3/27/20: Apparently Denial Isn’t Only in Egypt

Coupling While Camping
Ok, I concede. They did it. Neither had ever felt the way they did ever before. It was like flying, but this time they flew together. On with all the hijinks for today.

It’s a Fizzle
The confrontation that we all thought Alba was contemplating as she flew out of the coffee shop when she left Blanca turned into a nothing about even less. She points at Mauro and tells him that because of his *relationship* with Ingrid, he’d better not be planning anything to prejudice her case. Mauro Denies anything of the sort. Berta is relieved. Mauro promises to back up Franco in her case.

Bertie’s plan to have Franco back in the matrimonial bed backfires. He’ll be sleeping in Nat’s room until she gets back, then he’ll occupy the guest room (although Pops may still be in it). He collects his glasses and some books and departs, leaving Berta in her black and white night clothes, surrounded by all her doo-dads.
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Me Declaro Culpable #28, 3/26/20: The war is on!

Hi patio peeps! Below you'll find the recap for yesterday's episode. I apologize for being unable to provide a recap last week but I'm in California and our governor placed us on lockdown- but failed to give clear instructions on who could still work and who had to stay home, in the end my industry is considered essential so I still have to go to work. In addition to this my sister got her first lupus flare in years and she can't even go near a hospital because her doctors don't want her to be exposed to COVID-19.

This recap will be short and not in order, I just want to go to bed, working and dealing with the public has left me exhausted, and paranoid and my anxiety level is at 100%.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #27, 3/25/20: Family drama: The gift that keeps on giving


No snark, just the facts.   Comcast had perfect TV reception for this show today, unlike the past two weeks and this morning.  Telenovela gods were shining down on my TV.  Yay!

NATALIA &  PAOLO STUFF

We open with Paolo on the phone, telling Natalia about how Katia showed up and told him she met some guy last night whose ex-girlfriend did a hit and run on some guy a few months ago.

ROBERTA  (WHO ELSE?) STUFF

Roberta, looking no worse for the wear after last night’s escapades, comes to the office for yet another confrontation with Mauro about her childhood, mother, etc.   It’s the same old, same old, claims she is done lying and covering up for Mauro and she wants to kill him!  So she does.  This woman is strong, but then she single-handedly  choked her BFF Luciana to death a few weeks ago.

Bertie throws Mauro onto the sofa and has at it. Franco enters and breaks it up.  Mauro says she is getting dangerous again and needs to be locked up in the manicomio.  By now Bertie has an audience of Julian, Alba, and Franco, so she takes this opportunity to let them know that Mauro is the one who lit the match to set her mother on fire….may he himself die!

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Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Me Declaro Culpable #26, 3/24/20: The Geometry of Drama

Point A to Point B

Drunk Roberta continues to insult everyone at the dinner party, and after every single member of her family tells her to go to her room, she grabs the car keys and an entire bottle of bourbon and heads out to Tiziano's bachelor pad, where she demands that he knock her up yesterday. Amazingly, he's up for it -- only not in the way she wants, because it turns out he had a vasectomy way before yesterday. He continues to swear his love for her -- why does she think he never married, anyway? -- and she continues to treat him worse than dirt. And now she's really mad because she got down with her dress on for no good reason.

Point A to Point C

Franco drives Gabriel back to Aqua House, where Gabe corners him for a "man-to-man" talk. "Are you in love with my Mom?" Franco comes clean, and Gabe says then dude, get a divorce already. What does it tell you when a 16-year-old boy is the only one who gives decent advice? The conversation is interrupted by the arrival of Pedro, who has invited himself to an impromptu slumber party.

Point D to Point E

Julian passes out after dropping Natalia's name but before dropping Paolo's, but even Katia can put two and two together and get homewrecker. She runs off to dish to Paolo, but he's not home and Dante won't let her in. Good doggie!

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