■ Jon Lindstrom is delivering a can’t-miss performance with his carefully calibrated work as
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At “home” with his twin’s wife, Ryan steeled himself for showtime as he descended the staircase, doing a persuasive job of looking at ease — even as his slightly too-stiff body language belied a different truth to viewers. When Laura challenged “Kevin” about the change she sensed in him, he worked to appear unruffled as he sauntered over to the table to caress a knife, just in case one was necessary. It wasn’t; he easily convinced her that he simply had a patient who urgently needed his help. With a new pep in Lindstrom’s step, a Ferncliffbound Ryan beelined for the door.
Ryan’s eyes sparkled as he entered the padded cell where Kevin was entrapped. Muted by drugs and confined to a straitjacket, a weary Kevin was unamused by Ryan’s smug greeting (“How’s my favorite patient?”), the snarl on his face matching his angry, disdainful tone. With a smirk, Ryan contended that he was doing what Kevin had wanted, “living a normal life.” Kevin snapped, roaring, “You’re living my life!” “Oops,” Ryan tossed back, casually, unmoved and unrepentant. His desperation mounting, Kevin warned his twin that his loved ones would see through Ryan’s impersonation, unwittingly giving his look-alike the perfect opening to taunt him with an update on his wife’s location. “Laura’s back,” he purred. “And we’re getting along famously.” As Kevin’s face registered new horror, a disturbingly gleeful grin flashed across Ryan’s, whose spirits soared in direct proportion to the plummeting of Kevin’s.
Lindstrom is having just the right amount of fun with this juicy material. There’s a zest underlying his work that invites the audience to enjoy the ride, but he’s not playing it for laughs: He’s made Ryan as genuinely frightening as Kevin is genuinely frightened. GH was wise to give him twice the opportunity to shine.