Glee, you broke my heart.
In the beginning, you made me happy. In the beginning, you made me believe that TV was entering a new realm of sophistication and creativity. Now? You just mostly make me sad. And also a little annoyed.
When you first premiered, Glee, I was one of your biggest fans. As someone who spent two years of her life learning the art of musical theater, I continuously advocated for music and drama to combine on the small screen – it was uncharted territory (okay, not completely, but I think we all want to forget that strange, strange LSD trip that was Cop Rock), territory that had the possibility of reaching millions of people and providing them with an emotional release the way that only music and lyrics can. When you came along, Glee, I finally felt like my prayers had been answered. Not only were you hilarious and fresh, you were also keenly aware of how a well-placed song could move people.
But then…something started to happen. You got…less fresh. Sure, there were – and still are – moments of wip-smart humor, but you also started to come down with a case of cliche-itis. Your drama began to veer down Cheesy Lane and your songs began to feel awkward – and you didn’t seem to care. Read more »