[Updated: WARNING SPOILERS WARNING SPOILERS WARNING.]

So yeah, Glee did The Rocky Horror Picture Show last night.

Zzzzz ….

Oh, sorry, I bored myself there for a minute. Just like I’ve been doing with this show much of this season.

“Bored” may not be the right word. But I am disappointed in how self-aware the thing has become, and by how much it has lost the stories at its core. If there’s one thing reader(s) of this blog know, it’s that I love song, dance, and story in pretty nearly equal measure. And once upon a time, Glee treated them all pretty equally — hence my devotion.

Nowadays, though, there’s little attention paid to carrying narrative through from one episode to another (or even within single episodes). Instead, we get an excessive portion of those things that got attention from the press: Lookit Brittany — she’s dumb! Lookit Sue — she’s evil! And sure enough, it seems much of the press now agrees with me.

I still love the show, and get excited about watching it — don’t get me wrong. I’m just disappointed in its failed promise.

Still, I was in no way immune to the charms of a body-conscious Finn as Brad, the smokin’ Stamos (!!!) number (first time I’ve ever been charmed by “Hot Patootie”), or the appearance of Barry Bostwick and Meat Loaf.

And I will almost certainly do the Time Warp behind my closed office door at least once today.

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