Now I’m no TV critic, but I know what I like. And I’m loving Glee.
Maybe I’m biased. I was such a gleek in school. But somehow, this highly-touted series hadn’t registered on my radar. I don’t recall any pre-series hype, and I think I just stumbled across it one night while channel-surfing.
After one ep, I was hooked.
And that’s something, given I’m not so keen on musicals. I know, what sort of self-respecting queen am I, right? I guess there’s something that just always seems cheesy and lame about characters bursting into song at the drop of a hat. But Glee manages to tick all the boxes.
It’s fiendish, politically incorrect, and camp as Christmas. It appeals to the underdog in all of us, with deftly crafted storylines, colourful characters and jazz hands galore. But Glee’s secret weapon is the vibrant musical numbers that often resemble contemporary video clips, rather than the histrionic tedium sometimes associated with musicals.
In fact, the music is released on iTunes immediately after each episode. Yup, it’s marketing genius. But the show hangs on to its cred with wicked humour and self-deprecating style, uber-camp performances, and a playful piss-take on the trials and tribulations of teenage life.
Glee follows hopeful high school teacher Will Schuester as he attempts to restore McKinley High’s once-acclaimed glee club. And it’s a veritable mish-mash that makes up this vocal ensemble — hot jocks, prima donna cheerleaders, quirky cranks — you name it, it’s there. Peppered with snappy dialogue, slamming sound bites, and satirical nuance, there really is something for everyone.
But for me, the show stealer is the tyrannical and scathing cheerleader coach, Sue Sylvester, played by openly gay Jane Lynch. This resident villain is hellbent on the demise of glee. And with lines like “you think this is hard, I’m living with hepatitis, that’s hard” and “I always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness,”  Lynch’s character rocks. In fact, I think she may be my new role model.
Kurt came out to his father last week, in a scene that managed to stay fresh and funny and not reek of the soppy, politically correct subtext found in so many coming-out scenes. But I think the Beyonce chorey from Single Ladies did it for me. “Wo-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh.”
If only we had glee club when I was at school.

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