On Glee

Glee drives me nuts. It has some nice moments, true. But to get to those moments you have to wade through an enormous amount of ridiculousness.

Here are some things I hate about Glee:

(1) Blaine’s bow ties. I viscerally loathe Blaine’s bow ties. When I see Blaine wearing a bow tie, I feel almost… angry. Bow ties are for suits. You do not wear bow ties to school. You do not wear bow ties with plaid shirts or polo shirts.

But it’s not that I’m some fashion maven. Far from it — I tend to dress pretty plainly. And I think that’s the issue: I don’t like it when people try to get attention for themselves by dressing outrageously. Why can’t you just trust that people will get to know you and find out what a unique person you are? Why do you have to proclaim your individuality so aggressively?

From a production standpoint, I do not understand why the show’s costume designer thinks Blaine looks cool this way.

I also hate almost everything Kurt wears.

(2) The extremely unrealistic musical performance process makes me batty. I know, it’s just a TV show and I should just relax and enjoy it. I’m not usually one to point out plot holes in other shows, so I don’t know why it bothers me so much here, but it does. Maybe it’s because I did musical theater in high school.

If the production of “West Side Story” is opening in a few days, why are Rachel and Blaine standing around a piano instead of in a full dress rehearsal? And why aren’t they off book? And how did the musicians get permission to change the orchestrations? (And as Matt pointed out, why did they perform the film version of the show instead of the stage version?) And why did it take them several weeks to put together a production of “West Side Story” but they were able to throw together “Rocky Horror Picture Show” overnight? And why doesn’t anyone ever need to rehearse anything? And what the hell kind of glee club is this in the first place?

(3) The ridiculous plot points regarding adoption and congressional elections and a splinter glee club.

(4) The wildly uneven character writing. What are we supposed to think of Mercedes, who hides her extreme insecurity behind some diva attitude she learned from watching movies and other TV shows? Are we supposed to feel sorry for her? Are we supposed to dislike her? (Because I kind of do.) Or is every gay viewer just automatically supposed to love her because we’re all supposed to be stereotypical gay men and identify with divas?

Gee, you seem to dislike this show so much. Why do you keep watching?

Aw, heck. Because there are some good moments. The Kurt/Blaine/Sebastian plot last night was great, and it was nice to see Kurofsky again.

And the music performances, as ridiculously overprocessed as they are, are fun to watch. Sometimes.

There’s a good show hidden inside Glee. It’s too bad you have to dig so hard to find it.

Glee, Swingle Singers, Golliwog’s Cakewalk

We watched the premiere of “Glee” last night. It was cute. It’s about a high school Spanish teacher (played by Broadway actor Matthew Morrison) who takes over the school’s glee club. Apparently there are going to be all sorts of theater guest stars when it officially premieres in September. It’s catnip for us gays.

I don’t know why they’re calling it a glee club; it’s really a show choir. This is a glee club. If this show gets popular, for the rest of my life I’m going to have to explain to people that when I was in the Virginia Glee Club we did not dance around in costumes and sing pop songs.

Much of the background music to this episode was provided by the Swingle Singers; one music clip recurred three or four times during the episode, and Matt and I both thought it sounded familiar and were racking our brains to figure out what it was. After the show ended, we spent the next 45 minutes furiously googling and finally figured out that it was “Golliwogg’s Cakewalk” from Debussy’s “Children’s Corner.” “Golliwogg’s Cakewalk” is a pretty racist name for a piece of music, but it was written 100 years ago by a Eurpoean, so what can you do. Here’s a clip of someone playing it.