I suppose I should be touched by this week’s “Glee” story of two semi-reformed mean girls who rigged their prom election in the eleventh hour to crown a self-described “penguin” girl their queen. Okay, fine, I thought it was a little sweet. Damn you, Murphy, for making me a sap. But… Rachel Berry is allowed […]
Rachel (Lea Michele) bombs in her big college audition for diva Carmen Tibideaux (guest star Whoopi Goldberg) and breaks down in tears.
For the second week in a row, “Glee” began with a song before a word of facetious teen dialogue had been uttered. Last week’s opening number established the profound flimsy storyline of “Hey, what if we did songs like this?” So at the top of “Dance With Somebody,” I braced myself for the equally complex […]
Interior decorating as Sue sees it: Nothing pulls together a living room quite like a lit-from-within, shatterproof Plexiglas dance floor. Other useful information from this week’s “Glee” includes that a bull testicle tastes just like a chicken testicle, and chubby house cats are a cheap and effective source for maid services. As always, Brittany, we […]
You have to appreciate a show that resolves its cliffhangers less than 60 seconds into its first episode back. Quinn lived! Finn and Rachel didn’t get married! David Boreanaz won full custody of his baby with Sue! (The last one is a prediction of how the next nail-biter will play out.) So the episode starts […]
I’ve been known to shed a tear (or in the case of “Funeral,” 4,000 tears) during “Glee.” I’m willing to admit some of those tears may have been more manipulated than earned (again, “Funeral”).
Honesty. Respect. Dance. With the revelation of these parenting foundations, the fathers Berry solidified my opinion of them: not since the Osbournes have I taken such an instant liking to a television family.
After this week’s episode of “Glee,” all I could hear was Fred Armisen’s voice echoing through my head exclaiming “Ay dios mio!” I wonder if “SNL”’s Fericito would have been as (lovingly?) exasperated by some of the humor as I was.
My thoughts on “Michael,” this week’s Michael Jackson tribute episode of “Glee,” can be summed up in a series of letters to real and fictional people.
Ryan Murphy has strayed so far from his initial no-stunt-casting-in-season-3 policy that at this point it’s best just to accept the practice and reserve the right to be grumpy only when he casts no-talent hacks.