Okay, honestly it’s taken me two days to even sit down and write about the second season opener of Ugly Betty. Four months, I’ve looked forward to this...I feel totally let down.
The teaser of the scenes with Hilda and Santos hiding out in her bedroom after his seemingly fatal shooting at the end of last season pissed me off… twice. I should have known it was a fantasy/dream sequence for many reasons, but when I first saw Santos walk out of the bathroom I was relieved and angry. “Santos is alive?” I screamed. I was too pleased to see his handsome face to question the overly sweet dialog, Hilda’s immaculate makeup and the lack of other players in their scenes. But I also felt cheated, like in Stephen King’s Misery when the character that seemed to be dead at the end of last week’s serial manages to save himself at the last minute the next week.
But then, when we find out at the end of the episode that Hilda was imagining the entire thing and he is really dead, I got pissed all over again. I felt toyed with, and not in a Sixth Sense kind of way, but in an “It was all a dream and Bobby Ewing is alive in the shower” kind of way. Like one of my readers of an earlier review commented, “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…” As a writer I understand that Santos' death provides ideal conflict for Hilda to grow as a character (even though I was really sorry to see him go), but don't resort to that kind of a tease, it's just cheap.
Then there’s Amanda. I know this show is basically a telenovela, and an overly camp one at that, but from the first shot of her newly wide ass in tight fuchsia satin I assumed the absurdity of her body padding must be a joke; they didn’t honestly expect us to accept it as three-month weight gain. And showing up in the middle of her parents’ group sex afternoon to find out she’s adopted was also over the top. I mean, is poor Amanda ever going to catch a break? However I did enjoy the quest for Bradford’s DNA sample.