Glee has numerous problems, all of which are covered extensively elsewhere. None of them stop it from being really, really fun. Yeah, the drama can be contrived, and the characters are somewhat on the flat side — both qualifications, by the way, leave it in the company of almost every sitcom ever — but the music is catchy and it has wonderfully absurd dialogue ("Not everyone has the walnuts to take on a pro-littering stance, but I will not rest until every inch of our fair state is covered in garbage"). For forty-five minutes plus commercials, it's nice to get caught up in some ridiculous conflict, sing along, and laugh. It's well-acted, it's funny, and although I had to learn to suppress my inner music-snob to appreciate this, the songs are awesome.
I watch Mad Men every Sunday, and would gladly sleep with my Joss Whedon DVD box sets under my pillow if I actually had them. In other words, I like soul-crushing depression as much as the next person. But sometimes — say Tuesdays at eight P.M., Eastern Standard Time — you just need a little Glee.
One hell of a good time.
Glee has numerous problems, all of which are covered extensively elsewhere. None of them stop it from being really, really fun. Yeah, the drama can be contrived, and the characters are somewhat on the flat side — both qualifications, by the way, leave it in the company of almost every sitcom ever — but the music is catchy and it has wonderfully absurd dialogue ("Not everyone has the walnuts to take on a pro-littering stance, but I will not rest until every inch of our fair state is covered in garbage"). For forty-five minutes plus commercials, it's nice to get caught up in some ridiculous conflict, sing along, and laugh. It's well-acted, it's funny, and although I had to learn to suppress my inner music-snob to appreciate this, the songs are awesome.
I watch Mad Men every Sunday, and would gladly sleep with my Joss Whedon DVD box sets under my pillow if I actually had them. In other words, I like soul-crushing depression as much as the next person. But sometimes — say Tuesdays at eight P.M., Eastern Standard Time — you just need a little Glee.