February 26, 2020

Glee and Chews For Cheesus

I missed an episode of Glee this week and was disappointed, until I watched it online (most of it) and was even more disappointed.

I have been a huge Gleek and not ashamed to admit it.  I have gone to great lengths to watch every episode.  (Rushing to put my son to bed earlier and earlier even without dinner.  Ok, shorter dinners or late lunches.)  I have almost met the entire cast and have nearly kissed the ground Ryan Murphy has walked on (only was too embarrassed to do it at the time, as I was walking away from chatting with him.)  I still am a fan of Ryan Murphy (although I have not seen Eat Pray Love, because I can not see Julia in a role other than a Beverly Hills call girl or cooking up pizzas – I just dated myself.), although I am not sure I am still a fan of Glee.

I cannot believe I said that, but now that it is out in the open, let me elaborate.  I liked Glee last season for its themes; ‘love for the underdog’, ‘we are all equal’ and even ‘Obsessive Compulsive Disorder can be sexy’.  Although the themes linger on, I am not sure the plot lines (when there is a plot) do it justice.

I think Glee’s writing is often brilliant.  The one-liners, snarky comments and “I can’t believe they went there” moments are what keep it great.  But this season it seems they are looking more to gimmicks than to character driven plots.  And how much more can you do with Rachel Berry?  Where does she go from here?  Perhaps one will find out. 

The season opener was mediocre at best.  The second Britney Spears episode seemed like it was a random selection of Britney’s music and spoofy videos sans plot.  I was thoroughly disappointed when I could not get into the third episode “Grilled Cheesus.” 

In “Grilled Cheesus.”  Finn makes himself a grilled cheese sandwich only to find an image of the big J (also known as the man who walked on water) on his burnt toast.  Really? 

I could not watch the rest of the episode after Finn and his holy toast go on a spiritual mission.  Asking his holy toast to grant him wishes like getting to first base (or was it second?) with his girlfriend.  I wish I could follow but everything after the J-toast made me a non-believer of the show.

I wish I could say that I was a Jewish fan, so that I could be considered a “Chew for Cheesus.”  (What was amazing to me, however, was how they were able to get that image on the toast in the first place.  I can’t get my $15 Mickey Mouse toast stamp from Disneyland to ever work.)

I want to continue my Gleekiness, but I feel at this point the Cheesusness has gotten a bit out of hand.  I am sure the writers have not run out of ideas.  But if they have…Murphy, Brennan and Falchuk, please call me…I have got some ideas.  They do not involve grilled cheesus, though.  I am a vegetarian and I do not do dairy.  I hope you don’t mind.

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