OK, I think I’m ready to talk about the “Glee” finale.
I needed a day to process. Plus, I know many of you are like me: you DVR the show, and watch it a day later. So now I don’t have to worry about spoiling anything.
The finale made me angry and happy at the same time. It made me angry because there were SO many ludicrous plot points, things that absolutely made you suspend reality even more than usual. Such as, how could Regionals allow a judge (Sue Sylvester) from the same school as one of the teams competing? Why does Olivia Newton-John suddenly turn so mean, when she seemed friendly the last time she guest-starred? And Idina Menzel can’t handle being Rachel’s mom, but she adopts Quinn’s baby?
I know, I know, I shouldn’t nit-pick. But that stuff drives me crazy. You have to give the viewers some points for intelligence. And there was so much overly-schmaltzy stuff with Mr. Schu.
Then I thought about all the good stuff on the finale. The amazing, transcendent six-minute montage when Vocal Adrenaline sang “Bohemian Rhapsody,” interspersed with Quinn giving birth. The fantastic Journey medley, bringing the show back to the beginning. (By the way, how weird is it that Fox is showing the whole season again starting tonight, but not the pilot episode that had “Don’t Stop Believin'” in it?).
The great, heartfelt moments between the club. The great Sue monologues interspersed. And of course, the warm, touching final scene with “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” sung by Puck (quickly becoming my favorite character) and Mr. Schu.
I love this show, even though I think it ran out of steam toward the end. It was a breath of fresh air on TV this year, and if they can cut out 1-2 musical numbers per show, and get back to the great storylines they had before the Olympics, I’ll be one happy Gleek.
**I know that most of you who read my blog, to my great sorrow, aren’t hockey fans. But the Stanley Cup Finals concluded Wednesday night, with the Chicago Blackhawks winning their first Stanley Cup in 49 years.
And as I watched them skate around with the most beautiful trophy in sports, I got goosebumps. Because if sports gives us one thing, it allows us to see grown men at the happiest moment of their careers, with smiles like 6-year-olds at Christmas.
This is the culmination of decades of work, all wrapped up into one glorious hoisting of a trophy. How often do we really get to see a person at their absolute apex of happiness? Not often. Which is why the Cup celebration gets to me, emotionally, every time.
**So being that this video has been seen like 3 million times, I might be the past person to have seen it. But I saw a story about Snowball, the Dancing Cockatoo, on CBS Sunday Morning, last week, and I’m quite literally amazed. Watch how this incredible bird dances to the beat.