The Doctor and the Spy, or Has Anna
Come In From the Cold?
Sometimes I’m not sure if
planning is involved at all when it comes to daytime duos. Did they really think
that AMC’s David and Anna were right for each other from the start? I don’t
think so. I’m not even sure that Anna was planned from the start. She
only seemed to pop back up after twin sis Alex’s charm was wearing thin. Or
maybe it was just that Alex showed amazing chemistry with Dimitri, and his
charm was wearing thin.
Whatever the reason they put David and Anna together, you have to look at
them on paper and figure this is not exactly a recipe for success as a
daytime couple. Recycled spy + arrogant doctor = what?
For
the distaff side, you take one extremely popular heroine who was an icon of
the 80’s, stick her on a different show on the same network, pretend she
didn’t really die in that yacht explosion, but instead she washed up
somewhere and she’s been living in a fishing shack for the past ten years,
and then you try her out hither and yon in your soap landscape.
Not
that I exactly remember who was hither and who was yon. You’ll have to
forgive me. It’s the twinny-twin-twin thing. I just can’t keep track of
which guys Alex was with and which ones Anna, um, dated. When the two
characters first intersected, Finola Hughes did a really dandy job of
delineating which was which between snappy doc Alex and vague and delicate
Anna, but as Anna started to regain her vim and vigor, I really lost track.
So, for example, I remember this really silly proposal — or maybe even a
wedding — with Edmund romancing one or the other and people in fairy outfits
and I think that was Anna. But I certainly wouldn’t bet my kingdom on
it.
Which was part of the problem. Not me betting my kingdom. The Land O’ Hearts
is quite lovely, thanks, and I’m not parting with it. No, I’m talking about
Alex and the fact that she sort of got lost. It’s as if All My Kids decided
to spray around one of David’s special memory-zapping drugs so we would all
conveniently forget there ever was an Alex. Because otherwise, there isn’t a
whole heck of a lot of difference between the smart and feisty twin Devane
sisters, is there?
I
do recall that Alex had a real antipathy for David. At least I think that
was Alex. Whereas Anna is much more kindly disposed toward the Wayward Dr.
Hayward. If you can call all that steamy stuff, with two beautiful bodies
tangled in sheets slick with their intermingled sweat, kindness. Whew. To
paraphrase Mae West, baby, kindness had nothing to do with it.
Who
knew it could work out so well or with such incredible, combustible heat?
We’ve got the Return of Anna the Blown-up Superspy on one side, and David
the egomaniac, punch-spiking heart surgeon on the other. It shouldn’t work.
And yet it does.
David and Anna do have a few things going for them. After all, they each had
murderous international crime czar mothers. How many people can say that?
Plus they’re both played by charismatic, intelligent actors who play every
scene, every syllable, with fire and conviction. They’ve created complex,
mature, intriguing people, with enough layers to make baklava look flat.
Let’s be honest — it also doesn’t hurt that Vincent Irizarry and Finola
Hughes are awfully attractive. Both have shown chemistry with just about
every partner they’ve been paired with over a whole lot of years and they
know how to make the work shine. And bubble. And boil. And steam up the
windows.
Can
I understand why a smart woman like Anna would fall for a twisted ego-driven
jerk like David Hayward? Call me shallow, but of course I can! He’s
played by Vincent Irizarry! Could I be married to Dr. David in real
life? Heaven forefend! But do I lust after him the way he’s played on All My
Children? Oh, yeah. And that’s why I have no compunction about giving Anna
this song:
Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
No Libidizone’s gonna kill my ill
I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
A pretty face can’t heal a broken heart I learned that, David, from the start. Yeah, you’re cute, but your ego’s huge. And you can be one total stooge.
Doctor David, here’s the deal I’ve got major hots for a major heel Your mom’s a nut and your bro got whacked But that doesn’t stop the way I feel
Doctor
David, here’s my view I’ve got a
bad case of loving you!
For
the first time since I started writing this column, I actually entertained a
vision of Anna doing a fantasy sequence to sing and dance this for David.
Stop me before I start issuing royal decrees!
Yes, there are valid complaints about them. David and his cache of
experimental drugs do give one pause. The way he treated Dixie... The way he
treated Maria... But I think the people who complain that Anna must’ve
turned off her brain to get involved with David have forgotten she isn’t
exactly a Girl Scout herself. I remember the bad butt-kicking secret agent
girl with the scar and the mystery toddler and a whole lot of lies. Neither
she and Robert nor she and Duke were babes in the woods.
And
the bottom line is that I believe that Anna likes and appreciates the shark
side of him, even as she tempers the hideously out-of-control God complex
side. I think she has her own wicked streak, that she gets off on danger and
edge. I see the perfect recipe for romance — overheated attraction and
sexual tension pulling them together as his ego and her ethics and his past
mistakes and this new baby threaten to pull them apart. That’s my analysis
and I’m sticking to it.
‘Cause you know what? We are in such a Siberia of decent or even mildly
intriguing couples right now, that the heat generated by David and Anna is
like a sizzling oasis in the ice. They can steam up my windows any time.
Who
will it be next week? Hmm... I guess I’ll just have to watch some TV and see
who strikes me. Anybody out there who makes me want to toss my royal
cookies? Anybody who gets the temperature rising? Guess we’ll just have to
wait and see...