For two days, Billiam‘s and my Facebook walls were entirely devoted to comment threads about who should win the Tuesday Night Remote Control: Lost or Glee? Half of Lost? All of Glee?
For the record, an overwhelming response was rooting for Glee. In fact, only one of my friends rooted for Lost. (Thanks a lot, Yash! I kid.)
Update: Just remembered. Steph put in a vote for 16 & Pregnant. Thanks, Steph?
In the end, Bill’s birthday on Saturday won him the upper hand on this one. So here I am, watching Glee Season 2 Episode 1, “Hell-O,” the night after its airing, and that’s right, that’s me next to Jonathan “Jesse St. James” Groff in this pic:
I have seen his bare ass on stage and it is white!
Believe it or not, at the time that the above picture was taken, I was convinced that writing a public blog wasn’t going to pan out alongside keeping up a full-time job and the Real World. Shows what I knew. But I digress.
Overall, can I be honest? The season premiere of Glee was almost too forced-Broadway for me.
One. I’ve never liked the dialogue they have spewing out of Finn’s mouth. Whoever writes his lines has clearly not researched lovably awkward teen boys. Or maybe their sample population skewed too uninteresting. Or maybe Cory Monteith just can’t act. Fact of the matter is, his character has not won me over, and I am wholly unconvinced by his reluctant hero act.
Two. It’s entirely plausible that all the incredibly cheesy staging for “Hell-O” – the music book store that’s dark like a library – for instance, was meant to be over-the-top. But there were multiple points in Glee where I thought it was over-the-top in a non-stage-y way. The differences are subtle. The random backup musicians in the music store actually made sense. We see that on stages, because theatergoers are attuned to live bands. Again harping on Finn’s dialogue, though, such no-brainer lead-ins to The Doors’ “Hello” had me royally rolling my eyes. Though there is plenty of cheese in any given Tony winner, I don’t think it’s necessary to take the audience by the hand that much. (But maybe it is. I mean, the American public still likes Sarah Palin, right?)
Three. Wardrobe. The red bow at Rachel Barry’s crotch. Gay Kurt’s clearly out-of-trend clothing. Tina’s god-awful “Hello, I stepped into Hot Topic and won a shopping spree for layered mesh” with a dash of “I’m an Asian and they still slathered an entire sweep of solid-colored eyeshadow across my face.” I’m so unimpressed! The best-dressed on the show is Emma and the secondary characters. Throw a blue slushee on the styling crew!
Four. Brittany and Tina. I don’t understand their roles. I’ll buy the theory that Brittany is like a theatrical clown to the show, someone we don’t need to get to know much. I’m probably more irked by the actress’ unimpressive acting skills than the character itself. With Tina, though, seems like the writers realized that in Season 1, the whole stuttering bit wouldn’t work cause Jenna Ushkowitz can’t act a stutter. So they constructed a blip of an arc to explain that she stutters to gain attention. And then the character development ended there. She kicked off “True Colors,” and did it really well, and then she became ancillary again.
Believe me, I still love the show. I want to continue to love it. But I’m not lowering my standards for enjoyment. Don’t cut out Jane Lynch again and don’t make the series run for ten years.
Do bring in Broadway big wigs and cast some wild and crazy cats as Rachel Barry’s dad. Then I’ll still be a gleek.
Until then, “Vogue.”