This is in gross violation of the five second rule.
Before we get into the recap allow me to say a few things: when I was in LA in October, I watched Chris and Lea film the scene in their loft as they talked about the Winter Showcase and as the props department tried to make that record player spin (it wouldn’t). This is interesting probably to no one but me. The show is more like fanfic every day (which is fun) and Ryan Murphy laid out a pre-emptive strike against fangirls that are most likely up at arms about a new ‘ship that sailed this episode.
And Chris Colfer delivered – what I think – is in his top 3 performances, ever. Continue reading
The gang’s all here! Well, not ALL of them… :(
So we needed a mop in my house to clean up on aisle ME after this episode aired. And now even your aged dorky-sweater-wearing aunt will finally know what “Let’s Have a KiKi” means, so quick! Find a new word! (I will forever and always love the Scissor Sisters, though.) But first, my eyes were assaulted by… Continue reading
I spy Warblers! BUT THERE IS A CUCKOO IN THE NEST THAT DOES NOT BELONG.
First off, I want to say that I was in the choir room around the time of filming this episode, and saw the white board with “Dynamic Duets!” written on it, and was very excited. (And straight from here I went to the classroom where the Superhero Sidekicks meet, aka the Spanish Room.) So it’s like I’m a part of this episode, is what I’m saying. (I’m not really saying that.) Also, this is what Glee does best: post-modern Camp.
…everyone gets that Blaine’s costume is an homage to the love of his life, right? Because it both pleases me as well as breaks my heart. If I was a comic panel, I would be sad-faced and wincing with “SMASH!” in a bubble over my torso as the sound of my chest being split open. Doodle-ee-deedle-ee-dee! TO THE RECAP! Continue reading
You are supreme! The chicks’ll… what will they do? Rhymes with cream…
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: I adore Grease. I love to laugh at it (it’s just ridiculously dirty in places, and yet high schools all over the country perform this every year), it’s silly, and yet. Frenchie! John Travolta before he became creepy! Every sleepover I went to in grade school featured this as our late night movie (on VHS, even).
And I learned while watching this episode with my husband that he – a former heavy metal drummer – knows all the words to the songs that aired. Let’s just slow clap that out, shall we? Continue reading
This is a boy so bereft and woebegone that he has brought a scrapbook to school so he can look through it and feel WORSE.
Note: apologies for the lateness of this – I had a family emergency last Thursday that required all of my time and energy. Thank you for your patience.
This episode answers that nail-biter of a question: did Kurt and Blaine actually break up? Spoiler alert: all my creys. Continue reading
ACCURATE DEPICTION OF ME RIGHT NOW, GUYS.
(No exclamation today. And previously on Glee, here.) This is when I wish we were still doing the Glee drinking game. Guys? Y’all know that the #1 Priority at Hey, Don’t Judge Me is that we don’t go Comic the Insult Dog on things. This show isn’t here “for me to poop on.” This show is here because I have watched since the pilot episode. I was excited by the buzz about the show and set my DVR up three months before the show even started airing.
I love the black humor, I love the broad humor. I love the self-deprecation for the entertainment industry, I love the heartfelt moments, and I love the characters. Certain characters in particular resonate with me because I either identify with their motivations or backgrounds, or because I can see where they’re going and that rings true for me as well.
And for the first time on this site, I am really upset. Ryan Murphy? You dropped a huge and important ball. Editors? You needed to push for clarification so the final product made sense. Fox Executives? Vague for rating’s sake is poor treatment of loyal and thoughtful fans such as myself. I think the actors did everything they could with what was given, the music was top-notch, and…the story fell apart (there wasn’t much to hold it together) for one couple in particular. Heavy sigh, guys; let’s talk. Continue reading
Here’s what you missed on Glee! This week was a much better game of chess where the players were moved over the board in ways that are really setting up what’s to come this season. And we had the delightful bonus of Sarah Jessica Parker added to the cast, and let me just tell you that SJP and I have been down since I dreamed of having her body in Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. “I love to dance!” Aww, she’s a cutie.
If you don’t know that movie, I weep for you. Bonus Shannon Doherty dancing with doors, come on, people! It’s a sleepover classic. Continue reading
I just wanted to point out that this was inside Blaine’s locker this episode. <3
(Previously on Glee…)
The picture is grainy, but the sentiment is BOLD AND OBVIOUS. Aww, our first episode with every couple split apart by distance…
But let’s first take a moment to thank Fox for moving the show an hour ahead, which is apparently Adult Sexy Times Hour. I am excite for potential. Also, Miss Rachel Berry? THAT WAS MAHOGANY. Continue reading
Well, well, well, Rachel. This certainly is new. And awfully pretty.
First impression of the episode: Burt Hummel is officially the world’s greatest dad. (It says it on the mug!) But he’s a terrible planner. Oh, Kurt, Sebastian’s curse came true. Well, 1/3 of it. Rachel, you need to hit that like a ballplayer swinging for the fences. Kate Hudson – good lord, she’s fit. Kurt – your coats are sublime. Tina, why are you being Sunshine-to-the-crackhouse-Rachel right now? Oh, Mike Chang. No Cohen-Chang-Changs anymore, and I sad face for hours.
And: HUMMELBERRY! That was my favorite part of the whole episode. Okay, let’s break it down fa reals. And remember: this happens with every first episode of a new season: a whole lot jammed packed to the point where they should have made this a Very Special Two Hour episode of Glee. But they didn’t. Here’s what we have instead… Continue reading
I guess Mike wasn't here for picture day?
Continuity for some looooong arcs were acknowledged tonight, which I appreciated, and I’ll just be open about this: I sobbed to the point of realizing I was about to hit the Ugly Cry and pulled it back just a touch. I did not achieve Russel Crowe in Gladiator—you know, how he had the spit with snot? I’m happy to report that.
But it came close. Continue reading