Their expectations for him never seemed to realign either. Alexia says that he was a “normal kid,” and then after the accident he was never the same. It’s as if Peter and Alexia are both in mourning for the person Frankie could have been.
SCREENIT GRINGO FULL
Peter won’t even let Todd say he’s disabled without threatening to beat him up, but there is Frankie, if not disabled, certainly not able to live a full and responsible life without necessary supervision.
SCREENIT GRINGO PROFESSIONAL
If you’re going to marry the kid’s mother and live with him, it is very much your problem, and Todd can’t take halfway responsibility for him or be resentful of the responsibility that he’s given himself.īut he is totally right that Alexia and Peter need professional help to deal with the “Frankie situation” that they’re both in denial over. But, at the same time, he’s saying that Alexia and Peter need to do something to help Frankie, and he won’t because it’s not his problem. Todd says he hates it when Peter gets his brother stoned and drunk or takes him out partying because then he has to clean up the mess. She has stayed out of this conversation like Putin stays out of Ukraine.Įveryone’s side of the argument is fascinating.
When Peter starts to get emotional, Alexia comes back into the room and hugs her son, putting her body between him and Todd, not saying anything. As they begin to talk and things get heated, Frankie comes and joins her, the two of them holding hands like they aren’t the king of the world on the Titanic, but petty baronets with a glass and steel fiefdom to lord over. She and Frankie leave them to talk but then perch right outside the room like she’s one of the bakers on the Great British Bake Off ( screw you, Pillsbury!) peeking into the oven to see if their Kouign-Amann is going to rise. Peter and Todd are supposed to hash things out because if they can’t get along, then Alexia isn’t going to marry this dude. Peter comes over to the apartment that Alexia and Todd share with Alexia’s younger son, Frankie, who has never fully recovered from a car accident he had as a teen. This is the kind of scene that Tennessee Williams could write, where everyone is right and everyone is wrong at the same time and the only people who win are us, because we get to watch it and revel in their despair. I’m talking about the final scene of the episode when Alexia, her fiancé, Gringo Todd, and her oldest son, Peter, a stretched-out bracelet to a Diplo concert that someone tried to pass to their friend to get into the VIP section, finally confront not just a recent incident but years of pain, anguish, and dysfunction. This is just the kind of Housewives that I absolutely love, the kind of thing you can’t fake, the kind where the darkness is bubbling up to the surface, oozing through the cracks in the façades these women so readily erect.
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