Corrie Street Jun. 16/13

The first four episodes this past week each had more than one contender for “the scene”.  able-to-see-him-soonI cannot narrow it down any further than one from each day.

Monday:  Izzy’s face as she realizes the newborn is not crying and the nurse hustles him off.  Equally good was Izzy standing at the incubator holding the hand of the tiny infant inside it.

Tuesday:  Owen giving way to his fear and sadness.  “Vulnerable and venerable” my husband called Owen after seeing him lose his carefully constructed and maintained façade of bravery and bravado.  With Anna, he can give voice to his inner fears and self-see-him-lying-in-the-incubatorrecriminations.  He blamed himself for “pushing” Izzy and Gary into this surrogacy.  Of course he didn’t.  He was adamantly opposed when they said they were thinking of it and he gave valid reasons for his objections.  But he did make it possible.  They had the idea and he had the ability to figure out how best to do it as well as the resources to make it happen. Owen is the quintessential male in the schema of gender roles found in Men are from Mars, Women… Venus; Mr. Fixit, taking a problem and solving it. Now, with the baby’s prognosis for survival not great and the mess Izzy and Gary have made of their relationship, he blames himself for taking their hare-brained dream and making it a reality.

Wednesday:  Tina entering the nursery where Izzy and Gary are fighting beside the baby’s he-might-have-your-eyesincubator.  She lays down the law to them.  They will sort out their problems somewhere else and, until they do, neither of them will see the baby.  She has deliberately tried to avoid bonding with the child she was carrying, but she will defend him against anyone, including his biological parents.  Good for her.

Thursday:  Carla telling Rob what is going to happen in order for her to not report his theft to the police.  Her performance, as the character, belied Tracy’s earlier jibe that loser-I-grew-up-withbeneath the designer clothes and six inches of makeup, you’re nothing.  You could see Carla collect herself, and her strength, and say everything quickly before she lost her resolve.  She needed that focused composure in light of what Rob had said earlier to her, when she caught him out at the warehouse with the stolen silk.  Showing himself to be a master manipulator, he turned everything she said on its head.  He knew exactly where to poke clear-your-lockerto hit her own self-doubts and her love for him, the little brother she believes she abandoned long ago.  In the Bistro you can see the look of confusion on Rob’s face.  His tricks aren’t working on her.  Rob’s scenes this week have been the best I’ve ever seen from him.  I like him even less but I’m fascinated with watching the narcissist, verging on sociopath, side of him reveal itself.

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