As Phyllis said, I am drawn to this show like I am to a car accident.
I want to love it. I watch it every week so hopeful for what I am about to see and I have even purchased some of the songs from the show but every week I am left not knowing how to feel about what I have just seen.
I hate that it is so unrealistic.
Is it to be believed that these kids are musical geniuses that can vocally arrange and reorchestrate a song and choreograph a number at the last minute? These kids must me the best sight readers in America.
Who wrote those light cues for their performance at sectionals when they changed their set list at the last minute? That just doesn't happen without a tech rehearsal.
Where was that orchestra during Rachel's solo of "Don't Rain On My Parade?"
Do Santana and Brittney have any other clothes? Why are they wearing their Cheerios' uniform on a Saturday?
I felt that the inclusion of "And I'm Telling You..." was basically pandering to gay men (which I am one) because they know that a good majority of us will gasp and have a spontaneous orgasm everytime we hear those first three chimes and a heavy-set black woman starts singing that song...even when it is made completely underwhelming but the use of autotune. I never thought I would say this but I am so sick of that song.
Updated On: 12/10/09 at 12:22 PM