February 6, 2007: Heart and Soul
While I am so,
so tempted to write all about how Chris completely bailed on Lorelai during her awful time of need (was that four or five messages left on his cell about Lorelai's dad having a heart attack?), instead I will write about Rory. Yes, Rory, the fair-skinned, doe-eyed, too often incomprehensible but still incredibly bright daughter of the esteemed Lorelai Gilmore. (There I go mentioning Lorelai again!
Gotcha!). Now that you've picked yourself up from the floor, 'cause you know, I actually mentioned the "R" word, let's move on.
Can you believe how Rory's relationship with Logan completely turned around? One minute
she's jealous over Bobbi, two minutes later
he's jealous over Marty, and
now Rich Boy actually flew in on a freaking helicopter from Montauk, Long Island, straight to the hospital in New Haven! (Hey, if you had a hedge-fund partner-dude who's willing to lend you his chopper, you'd swoop in Jack Bauer-style, too. I'm just surprised he didn't jump off the helipad and shout, "Secure the perimeter!") OK, enough with the jokes. Logan was at her side the entire time, managing Emily's bizarre fish request, helping Rory gather together Richard's comforts from home (Cole Porter, Scott Joplin, Chuck Berry. Guy sure has eclectic taste). Logan even found the missing Bing Crosby record. And when Rory leaned her head on his shoulder or thanked him, he genuinely seemed in love with her. "You don't have to thank me," he told her. "There's no place I'd rather be." You know what? I actually believe him. So Rory's finally got a stand-up guy. It's about time.
So
now can I talk about Lorelai? (Great, thanks!) I won't rant and rave for too long; it's obvious that Chris was a total ass. Poor Lorelai, standing outside in the snow making desperate phone calls to her husband whom she loves so much. "I'm your wife, you're my husband. You're supposed to call me back," she pleaded. So sad. And when he finally did show up, he didn't offer one reason for not returning any of those calls. At that point, he completely lost the right to be mad at Luke for being there first, and for leaving all that yummy homemade food. And for the record, his dirty look was plain pathetic.
The performance of the night goes to the brilliant Kelly Bishop, who can ponder the origins of Milk Duds
and arrange her husband's schedule with equal aplomb. Emily was sharp and focused during a devastating time, calmly and coolly canceling dinner reservations, rescheduling Richard's business meetings and gathering together his will with the family attorney. It wasn't until Lorelai accused her of being his secretary and not his wife that Emily finally broke down. For the first time since Season 5, we actually saw the woman with steel nerves cry. Don't know about you, but I kinda got choked up when she explained that Richard is her entire life, and she didn't know what she'd do if he died.
This is the great stuff I've been waiting weeks for - two characters, two lost souls, bonding over something
real. I'm sorry, but tonight the two
Girls were Lorelai and Emily. Too bad if that disappoints you, but they're still Gilmores. And right now, I'll take them just as they are.
