Really, Glee? Was it really necessary to end an episode revolving around virginity loss with a shot of a roaring fireplace?
That’s a trick question. Midway through its third season there’s little that’s necessary about Glee, save for the underused Chris Colfer’s performance as out gay teenager Kurt Hummel, the even more severely underused Mike O’Malley’s performance as his dad, one out of every five musical numbers, and Sue Sylvester’s surreal rants, which Jane Lynch sells even when the writing is just sassy word salad. And even those compensatory values aren’t enough to make me watch each week.
- By Matt Zoller Seitz
- November 9, 2011 3:07 AM
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