This week’s episode of Glee is tragic for several reasons: the first (and most important) tragedy? Sue’s sister, Jean (the Downs Syndrome patient who we’ve visited in a nursing home every time we need to be reassured of the existence of Sue’s heart) passed away. The death is sudden, and it set the stage for many of the issues that were tackled in “Funeral.”
According to Lea Michele, this week’s episode of Glee is considered one of the show’s best to date. And since I pretty much take anything Lea Michele says or does seriously, I had some VERY high expectations. So were they met? Yes and no.
I can more or less divide the various plotlines of this episode into three neat little categories - the romantic stuff, the dreaming big stuff, and the sneaky stuff - and they were all tied together by one idea: that muckrakers ruin everything.
If there’s one song that more or less sums up the entire premise of Glee, it’s Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way.” All the key messages of Glee are addressed in the most succinct way possible in this radio-ready song: self-love, equality, free will, and acceptance of others. Both the song and the show are basically a great big “eff you” to xenophobia of all kinds.
There’s a little part of me that refuses to believe that last night’s all-new episode of Glee was real. For starters, there was no preemptive controversy surrounding the nature of “A Night Of Neglect,” which is just plain rare for an episode of this show. It also lacked some other crucial elements: Rachel didn’t sing, Brittany didn’t make me laugh (am I the only one that totally predicted her being revealed as a quirky, closeted genius?), Puck didn’t make me laugh OR swoon, and there was almost no attention given to Rachel and Finn’s broken relationship
This week’s episode of Glee was downright ORIGINAL. And no, I’m not talking about the New Directions and their decision to unleash their inner Joni Mitchells by writing original songs for Regionals – I’m talking about the fact that this episode opened with a musical number.
“Sexy” marked the return of two of our favorite guest stars: John Stamos and Gwyneth Palthrow. It also reintroduced us to Emma, who hasn’t had much screen time recently. She’s taken over the celibacy club, which now includes only Rachel and Quinn. Emma feels very strongly about the need for a celibacy club. She’s obviously a proponent of abstinence-only sex ed (and life in general), which is incidentally something that Holly Holiday finds ridiculous and dangerous.
I’ve discovered one of the rules of modern-day television: that every show must have one female character that absolutely captivates everyone. This female has the inexplicable ability to make every man fall in love with her. She can make a guy turn on his best friend. She can put a guy through hell and still have come back to grovel at her feet.
Ladies and gentlemen, GLEE IS BACK! We’ve suffered through so many episodes that are centered around infamous guest stars, commercial themes, or certain artists that we’ve lost touch with our favorite characters a little bit. But this week, that changed.
If there’s one thing that can counteract even the most negative emotion for me, it’s an all-new episode of Glee. It’s something about the combination of Cory Monteith’s slightly lopsided smile, Mark Salling’s intense stare, and Matthew Morrison’s dance moves that make it all better than any therapy session.
You should probably just give me a job as a writer on your show because I have so many ideas for how you could improve things. I mean, the first season was pretty flawless. Sure, I could have done without that one episode about jumping on mattresses, but other than that, you guys were on point. This season, though? Not so much.
Dear Glee creators: A word of advice? QUIT WHILE YOU’RE AHEAD. Had you scrapped this week’s super lame installment, your show would have consumed my thoughts until its triumphant return to television after the Superbowl.
Well, kids, it’s finally here: Sectionals. Yes, sectionals – as in, the thing Mr. Schue has been yammering on about since day one. I always thought that nothing could ever top last year’s big sectional jaw-dropper (What’s that you say? Quinn’s pregnancy CAN’T be chalked up to Immaculate Conception and/or hot tub sperm mobility? NO!)
Is it just me or is Kurt Hummel the new Rachel Barry? I can’t say I’m too happy about this. I know I’m the minority here, but I personally find Kurt SO ANNOYING.
It's official: Ryan Murphy is obsessed with bringing high profile guest stars onto his show. And I can’t say I’m too happy about this as it cuts into Lea Michele’s (aka Rachel Barry) screen-time. You see, I happen to love Rachel Barry a little more than her boyfriend Finn does and a little less than she loves herself.