I’m just going to start right here with link my thesis statement: in various ways, this was the most severe instance of Glee this whole season. Ryan Murphy’s incroyable suck-up was successful, in that he was able to license Madonna’s tracks for his episode and setup big buzz and all those things. However it also backfired, since roughly 35% of the conversation was devoted to how magnificent Madonna is and an extra 35% went to her songs and discussions of how awesome they are. That was not required; if I desired this magnitude of blatant Madonna idolizing, I’d watch Truth ou Dare again and again, ou go reverse in time when I was in grade school. Besides that, the monologues about Madge’s greatness have been awkward, to proclaim the least. (To point out the most, it was like a big plea for kids to admire their spiritual godmother once again, especially if that spiritual godmother hasn’t been doing a single thing for them in pretty much ages. )
Not to mention, we went much out of character all around the place. Sue, as a link immense Madonna lover (with girly notebook writing) only adds up if she is designed to end up being Camille Paglia (Which is NOT my Theory), but that would not match up with Sue’s global, ensemble dislike of sexual activity, would it? I recognize Kurt liking the M, but come on, Murphy, the great majority of high schoolers are no longer putting on bangle bracelets and trying to remember deep album cuts from I’m Breathless. (This concept may be examined with actual high school students, so it’s pretty much a simple fact. ) This episode of Glee just seemed like lots of hoo-ha, brown-nosing and way too many overlooked possibilities for examining what Madonna could possibly actually mean to modern jour youngsters, is all I am saying.
Nevertheless, did the musique in reality operate? Well yeah, mostly. The very best variety was the medley of “Borderline” (Madonna’s fourth-greatest song) and “Open Your Heart” (her sixth--biggest tune) with Finn and Rachel nearly re-finding their adoration but then not quite. This stood out for that sensuality linking Lea Michele and Cory Monteith, but additionally for that throwaway joke of all of the distinct Madonna outfits increasingly being donned in the school hallway. Subdued, but still humorous.
Interesting stuff–Sue’s fanship reveal (complete using the entertaining stuff about her parents’ occupations!), Britney’s massage-a-nist ruse, the triple V-card difficulty. Bad stuff: the thought that Madonna will immediately turn toi into a intimate dynamo with astonishing private power, and the end result with the V-card night–the two undersized white girls get to remain clean, while the good wholesome white fellow feels terrible concerning his tryst with the slutty Latina? I’d be persuaded to consider this a ShowFail, but then again, I’m backing off that due to the fact that (a) maybe I’m overreacting and (b) Santana is icy-hot perfection, from her improbable nose to her “win-win” attitude.
Furthermore, I loathe the the appearance of link Jesse St. James to the cast liste almost as much as the other members of Nude Erections New Directions do not like him getting started with their group. The Kid’s a great actor and vocalist and everything, but come on.
