Ryan Murphy is a smart guy – that we know. This can be seen in the awesomeness that was Nip/Tuck, is American Horror Story, and used to be Glee. While AHS’ pace is a little too fast for my liking, its overall storyline is cohesive, engaging, and leaves you wanting more. The same could be said of Nip/Tuck and season one of Glee.
Glee, the show which apparently started off as the post-High School Musical response to the status quo of adolescent life, being: social rejection, unwanted pregnancies, and other teenage intricacies, has now given in to a commercialized musical hedonism seen only in the trajectory in careers and lives of children actors. Everything starts out great, they’re super popular – probably with their own TV show, or series of made for TV movies, then they have a music career and eventually there’s a tipping point when they become less relevant and fight to get back into the lime light (see: Lindsay Lohan 2004-current, Britney Spears 2007-2009, Celebrity Rehab, Celebrity Apprentice, etc).
My main issue with Glee has nothing to do with the fact that they produce music. Hell I actually like their music, and anyone who is privy to my personal life know that I’m a whore for a good show tune. My problem with the program is that is lacks the soul and purpose it once began with. It seems like Ryan Murphy & Co. are more concerned with pumping out number one hits on iTunes and filling stadiums rather than creating thorough, better thought out storylines to accompany the sweet beats in the show. Bottom line – the program has turned into a joke.
Anyone remotely familiar with Gawker has certainly read their reviews of the series. My favorite one of the season, “118 Questions About Last Night’s Episode of Glee” posed a series of unanswerable questions that viewers are left asking themselves after some episode in December. My number one question from Yes/No (aka the last episode I suffered through) is, when did Sue & Emma become friends? And for that matter, when did William McKinley acquire a synchronized swimming team? More importantly, how did said synchronized swim team survive the rigorous funding process set forth to any non-Cheerio related program?
(Sigh). I digress. If there is one thing that people are guilty of in this world is the need for escapism. Glee, with its shotty storylines and jazz hands is certainly an escape. Now, no one tell me what happened in the Michael Jackson episode just yet, I don’t have my cilice on just yet.