Great Minds Think Alike
OK, I’ve just about had it with this week’s For Better or For Worse. The notion of these two hideously unattractive people, one ugly on the outside as well as inside, being held up as paragons of virtue is too much. I can’t believe this plot is going to plod along like this.
Quite frankly, there is something not quite right about Anthony, something that doesn’t add up. And perhaps Lynn Johnston has placed Lizzie in a trap. I realize this is improbably, but hear me out.
So we know that Anthony’s attracted to Lizzie: we don’t know how Lizzie feels about Anthony. We know that Paul is transferring, supposedly, to the Millborough area to be close to Lizzie. Classic triangle.
But what if Lynn’s been taking pointers from Mary Worth’s “Aldo Kelrast” storyline? What if Granthony’s nuts? What if he’s not so much carrying a torch for Lizzie, but actually living in some dangerously twisted fantasy world?
The signs are there for anyone who cares to look.
The never-ending fantasizing, bordering on obsessive rumination
Getting her in the house, alone. Note the wind, which seems to have picked up, whipping the leaves around. You can almost hear the sinister background music.
More obsession, and a clearly deranged look in Granthony’s eye. Note the way Granthony’s eyes don’t quite sync up, the way they seem to spiral behind his glasses, the odd slant of his face, and the way his disheveled hair seems to be standing on end.
With these indicators, it is not too far-fetched to imagine the following scenario:
At this point in the plot, we could expect Paul to call Lizzie to tell her his transfer to come through, only to have Elly tell him that Lizzie hasn’t come home since the deposition. “We haven’t seen her in three days,” she tells Paul.
Paul’s first assignment in Millborough? Rescuing Lizzie from the clutches of Granthony, after which we all learn a very important lesson: DON’T TRUST ANYONE.
Great minds think alike, apparently.
October 13th, 2006 at 8:37 pm
Everybody on the interwebs immediately drew a parallel between the tour of the basement and Silence of the Lambs and/or Pulp Fiction. How the Lynnions manage to miss the creepy subtext is beyond me. Or they are just taunting us.