I had FINALLY come to peace with my involvement as a Glee fan. It satisfied my desire for sitcom humour and musical theatre on a weekly basis, which left me feeling, pardon, gleeful!
Isn’t it awful , then, that as soon as I secured a weekly spot for Glee on my PVR schedule that it started to really let me down. First, I was sucked in by the opportunity to enjoy new characters at the beginning of the second season. In the first episode, Sunshine, the foreign girl who gets under Rachael’s skin with her extraordinary vocal skills, stole my heart with their bathroom duet of Telephone by Lady Gaga, only to be cut from the show after one short episode.
Then, I pushed play on episode 4 only to be exposed to what a friend of mine perfectly described as “soft, cheer porn”. I mean seriously, what were the writers thinking when they pitched the scene where Brittany and Santana are making out on the bed, using terms that are most inappropriate for an 8:00 pm show, ones that I refuse to repeat! It begs the question… who is this show catering to?! I was thoroughly creeped out.
Not long after this episode did the latest issue of GQ come out featuring 3 main Glee actors in what can be delicately described as a feature that belonged in Maxim. You can decide what you think for yourselves, but I have to ask whyyyyy must we push for these characters to be sex symbols? They play teenagers in a high school glee club. That’s their role. I understand that Lea Michele is probably getting sick of knee-high socks and grandma cardigans, but again I ask, who are they catering to?! And was GQ really the best medium for a sexy photo shoot? I think they really took it too far here. http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20435780,00.html
So. With all this in mind, I reserved my opinions as I was sure the “Rocky Horror Glee Show” would cause me to take it all back and my love for the show would once again flourish. Wrong. To be clear, I have never seen the full original Rocky Horror Picture Show. But I was thrilled about a Halloween-themed Glee show. Especially one that was directed by famous choreographer and producer, Adam Shankman. And, as always, I looked forward to the musicality… which was surprisingly absent in the episode. I felt for the first time that there was a ton more dialogue then songs and found myself skipping through to the musical numbers. And don’t even get me started on Will Schuester and Emma’s scene. I was embarrassed, uncomfortable and enraged all at the same time. And to cap it all off, Time Warp wasn’t even that dynamic. That was supposed to be the big conclusion!!! For the first time this season I was neither moved nor excited by the end of the episode and am still seriously debating whether I am going to even bother watching tonight’s broadcast. Glee seems to have become that show that wastes space on my PVR until Sunday morning when I am hung over, avoiding chores and homework, and since all the good shows have since been watched and deleted, desperate for something to keep me company in my mindlessness.
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