Despite being a former a cappella singing group dork, the show Glee has yet to win me over. So far it feels pretty safe and boring. Like, despite all the drama, whether it’s Terri’s fake pregnancy, or OCD Emma’s feelings for Will, or the real identity of Quinn’s baby daddy, or Rachel’s divatastic flip-flopping between Glee Club and musical theater, don’t you get the feeling that, eventually, every lie will be outed, everyone will end up with the right person, everyone who feels like an outsider will become an insider, and everything will work out neatly in the end, right before the cast busts into pitch-perfect 4-part harmony and wins nationals? It just seems a bit too predetermined and predictable.
An Asian chick giggling with her hand over her mouth? Really? Why stop there? Why not show the gay kid sporting a limp wrist and the black chick rolling her neck, too? (Come to think of it, Amber Riley, who plays black diva-in-training Mercedes Jones, does appear to be doing just that.)
Ugh. Yet another reason not to be Gleeful.
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