Glee - oh my, this is shit
Apr. 28th, 2010 02:38 amPerhaps it's that since LotS was cancelled, I hate every show that's been renewed (EAT A POPCORN BOWL OF DICKS, WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE!). But even so, I've never seen a show so blatantly sell out to what it's supposedly satirizing. It was like seeing an episode of BtVS where Buffy has sex, then runs screaming from a monster before being gruesomely killed. Or an episode of Generation Kill where Colbert punches out bin Laden. "This is for the North Tower! This is for the South Tower! And this... is for AMMMMMMEEEEEERRRRRIIIIIIICCCCCCCAAAAAA!"
I could point to how forced the musical numbers were (Are you even allowed to say "Hi, let's have a duet!" in a musical? You shouldn't be) or how our flawed yet sympathetic characters were suddenly forced into delivering predigested after-school specialisms, or how a band of freaks and outcasts are suddenly able to hijack the cheerleading squad and deliver a Very Special Message to the student body (who applaud wildly, because wasn't the absolute best part of high school those student assemblies where they told us how it was what was inside that counted, and that we should believe in ourselves, and that if there were any gay people in the audience, they had to go to Fake Prom?). Let me just sum it up this way: At the climax, that "You are beautiful" song was performed in dead seriousness. Yes, the most sappy, cynicism-inducing song since the one about Christmas Shoes was not only put into show choir form, it was performed without even the salve of sweet, sweet irony.
Not even Brittana physical affection could redeem this. And don't think it didn't try!
I could point to how forced the musical numbers were (Are you even allowed to say "Hi, let's have a duet!" in a musical? You shouldn't be) or how our flawed yet sympathetic characters were suddenly forced into delivering predigested after-school specialisms, or how a band of freaks and outcasts are suddenly able to hijack the cheerleading squad and deliver a Very Special Message to the student body (who applaud wildly, because wasn't the absolute best part of high school those student assemblies where they told us how it was what was inside that counted, and that we should believe in ourselves, and that if there were any gay people in the audience, they had to go to Fake Prom?). Let me just sum it up this way: At the climax, that "You are beautiful" song was performed in dead seriousness. Yes, the most sappy, cynicism-inducing song since the one about Christmas Shoes was not only put into show choir form, it was performed without even the salve of sweet, sweet irony.
Not even Brittana physical affection could redeem this. And don't think it didn't try!