Monday, May 10, 2010

I mean, I love Jane Lynch too, but holy warbling Shatner ...

OK, so let me see if I’ve got this straight: The TV show Glee – it is a show made up of singing? There is scripted comedy/drama, as I understand it, but then several times per episode, there is Earnest Singing? By groups of alleged high school students, with choreography, and they’re covering mostly pop songs of the last thirty or so years? And no one is getting beat up over it, which makes it one of those alternate-universe things? And this appeals to enough Americans that it’s worth not only pretty much every third or fourth US Weekly/People/etc. cover but also a Rolling Stone cover (with a long and really, ferociously terribly-written article, ugh)? And part of said appeal is that the alleged high school kids sometimes sing songs you like? But then how is that better than having some stranger do that song on a karaoke machine?

I … have I missed anything? Am I wrong? Please help me, Internets.

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Blogger Uncle Spike said...

Glee's just another form of escapism...just of the musical variety that occasionally makes its way past Broadway. Musicals in this realm were not even a part of popular culture between "Grease 2" and "Moulin Rouge," so this is just the pendulum swinging back.
I skimmed the RS article you reference...just couldn't devote time to reading it, so I agree, it was a sucktacular article. (And BTW...that would have been the issue whose cover Alex Chilton shoulda graced if there were any justice in this world.)
Better than a stranger singing karaoke - no question. They're all excellent singers. Have you seen it? Corny as hell. Embarrassing at times. (A football team on the field suddenly getting down to "Single Ladies"?) But they're mostly really, really good. Watch the "Sectionals" episode for an epic version of "Don't Rain On My Parade." If that can make an otherwise Barbra-hater want to learn the lyrics and vamp out to it, that's some powerful shit. Such is the power of Glee. (And Exhibit B? In our local gay men's concert, we did "Don't Stop Believin'" as our encore. I kid not.)

12:25 PM  
Blogger Sarah Brown said...

I can't handle Glee either, just because of the singing. People singing earnestly makes me incredibly nervous, worse than watching local improv, worse than wearing white jeans in 9th grade.

12:31 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Oh god, I love both of y'all ...

1:17 PM  
Blogger Panda!!!! said...

I just don't like how the singing noises don't sync up with their mouth movements. I wish they'd invest in better editing.

1:36 PM  
Blogger Uncle Spike said...

Three further comments:
1) Jane Lynch is a goddess.
2) Autotune must DIE.
3) My good friends Tom & Lorenzo (Google 'em) offer up really witty, snarky, and in-depth/obsessive commentary on Glee (among other shows). Indulge responsibly if you are allergic to teh gayze.

2:47 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

I'm with you on 1) and 2), Uncle Spike, and as to 3), Any readers of this blog who are allergic to teh gayze are hereby invited to fuck right off -- usubscribe, begone, adios y'all. This here fine blogge is reaaaal intolerant of intolerance. If I wanted that, I could move back to the Olde Hometowne, yo.

4:59 PM  
Blogger Guinness74 said...

You remember Fame, right?! As I recall, though the memory is a bit fuzzy, it's the same damn thing, although a bit more campy.

C. and I watch it regularly...but we were put off by the show calling U2 "classic rock" -- puhleez! And, occasionally the songs drone on and on, but with DVR, you can skip the ones you don't like.

You should watch it just for Brittney's lines. She's the dumb blonde cheerleader, literally, and she simply does not get enough camera time.

6:04 AM  
Anonymous Blabbermouse said...

I love when people burst into song & dance routines. FUCKING. LOVE. IT. The more inappropriate the timing, the better. Glee is pretty fucking excellent, and if I had the time (and a television) I'd probably watch it on a regular basis. It's like the Wonder Years meets Waiting for Guffman meets Liza Minelli. What's not to love?

So I'm reading all the comments (your readers are entertaining people) and I'm all what is this Teh Gayze everyone's talking about, Teh Gayze? Teh Gayze? And then (processing, processing, processing, my brain is still on dial up) I was all Ohhhhhh ... The GAYS. I love those guys.

11:11 AM  
Blogger Alyson said...

"I think my dog's been reading my diary." Brittney from Glee (and that's the only one I could think of off the top of my head - worth watching if just for that.) And, hysterical. I love it.

6:46 AM  

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