S2E1

Living where I live means I don’t get to watch Glee up to date cause it’s LA Kenya not California but it does mean I can watch it in a day once downloaded. It also means that crap tends to be in brighter light when it’s packed in 24 whole hours. (Still griping about season two, yep.)

I could go on and on about how bad season two is and it would fill enough pages to be published as a supernovel twice over (think Lord of the Rings) but I have decided to go on another road called the correctional way. Thinking correcting is way better than whining about something without giving an alternative. I hate it when people do that; cry babies about one thing without giving alternatives; blegh. (I digress)

Season two had potential. I use the past tense because it’s gone too far to be redeemed. With all the hype from season one, episode one should have been an awesome trip. Not really. Anyone who’s been to school knows that when a club does enough to get to a level worth being noted on TV (their cheerleaders won Nationals) the following year, some people are going to be interested in it. Not necessarily the right people but people nevertheless.

The whole lack of people signing up was just wrong. I suppose the point was to make Glee out to still be a losers club but it’s hard to believe the school losers include the top cheerleaders and footballers. Even if the story is only fictional, it should have some level of realism since it’s based on real stuff. They should have picked someone with a lot less homeschooling or a lot more common sense to write that storyline. A few people should have signed up and shown up for the tryouts and sucked donkey hooves. That would have been hilarious. More so when Mike Chang would have said he was Celine Dion compared to them. Perfect set up to the Duets episode. The girl who wanted to join Cheerios but got bumped off should have signed up as a nose thumbing to Sue. Sure she’d have sucked but better that than “Awww, poor Schuester, sexiest teacher on grounds (I disagree) can’t muster enough hormones to sign up to the gig.”

Furthermore, the whole parking lot display should have gotten them an audience who for all the ignorance they gave the club after the Empire State of Mind performance, would have danced along to the music because no matter how much Glee massacred it, it still rocks. It would have given some cred to the club and at least raised its bar rather than kept it at the same level and in essence mediocre. Tsk, Murphy/Falchuk. Did you sleep all through the proof reading? And not jamming to it, is insulting; to HOVA. He should sue.

Faithfully,

Hinged.