Apparently, All My Childen's newish head writers, David Kreizman and Donna Swajeski, don't need to wait for a Sweeps period to generate a lot of interest in a storyline. This week, someone -- a major character at that -- is going to get whacked. That's right. Murdered. Killed. Snuffed out. Whondunitted. Okay, so I got carried away and made that last word up.
It should come as no surprise to you that I am a big fan of the whodunit. Thanks to a dozen or so seasons of Murder, She Wrote, I have come to think of myself as an amateur sleuth. Maybe one day I'll even go to one of those dinner theatre murder mystery things. But until I do, I guess I'll have to share my Holmesian deductions here in this column.
For those of you who do not like spoilers, fear not. I know who will meet their maker, and I am not going to reveal it in the course of this column. I am going to share with you what went through my mind before I knew what was going to go down.
I know that a lot of you do not like Marissa. It's clear from your comments that you find her milquetoast and boring at best -- and a lot of you question why the character is still tweedling her way through Pine Valley.
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