Showing posts with label Glee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glee. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

When Worlds Collide -- Glee takes on [Losing My] Religion

Today we look at what happens when one of my favorite TV shows takes on my favorite band.

This is the time of the week when I'd start raising my expectations about the upcoming Glee episode.  I love this show even when, like last week, I thought it aired a subpar episode.  There's something so gutsy and yet galling about this show.  It's one big infomercial for the upcoming Glee CD and yet it is so full of talent that you find it hard to fault them for the hard sell.  When the show's third back-up singing female Brittany (don't call me Britney) S. Pierce comes across with such powerful vocals as she did last week, and the second fiddle Mercedes has a voice that would cause people to throw flowers at her feet just for clearing her throat, you know the talent runs deep. 

But none of the female singers, no matter how good, can compete with Rachel.  I may find her grating and over-the-top, but her voice is heaven-sent.  Sit back and be wowed with how Rachel can out-Stresisand, Streisand with "Papa, can you hear me?" She can take on an icon and wipe the cafeteria floor with her. I don't know that there is a female vocalist out there who has such a perfect voice. 
Sadly, the vocal talent is a bit more shallow on the male side of the pool.  Artie is a decent faux rapper and Puck has such a raw sensuality that you forgive him his less than Groban-esque vocal power.  Mr. Shuster is a very good singer, but there's something creepy and needy about his character stealing the limelight from the kids.  Kurt is by far the best male singer, a perfect example of his crystal clear, impeccable vocals is in last night's heartfelt take on the Beatles' I Want to Hold Your Hand.   
http://www.hulu.com/watch/181761/glee-grilled-cheesus

Unfortunately, like Mercedes, Kurt is relegated to second fiddle on the show and his higher vocal range may limit the songs he gets.

That leaves the supposed lead male, Finn.  But his voice is as thin as Quinn's post-natal waist.  Giving him the task of covering R.E.M.'s seminal Losing My Religion on tonight's episode is like arming a lion tamer with a toothpick.   He is totally outmatched.  His phrasing, tone, even breath control are all off.  I think the song should sue for lack of support.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uQ6sKhjD5Q

Finn doesn't have the voice, he doesn't have the emotion, he doesn't have the finesse to take on what seems a simple tune but isn't. Just listen to the original if you want to hear how to sell a song.  I know it's not a fair comparison, there really is no one who can outsing Michael Stipe.  But sad, dopey puppy dog expressions do not compensate for a lackluster singing voice.

This wouldn't bother me so much if he were abusing some other song, but this is R.E.M.  This is not just any band and not just any song, it is the most important American band ever and it was the song that catapulted them into the national spotlight (just like in the song!).  You don't put a mustache on the Mona Lisa and you don't mar the musical perfection that is Michael Stipe.  Just listen to this --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if-UzXIQ5vw&feature=browch

Put Glee on mute and play that clip during Finn's song.  Then enjoy the rest of this episode which will no doubt be earning a few Emmys next year.  I don't know when I've laughed and cried as much in one hour period and felt as strongly connected to characters on a TV screen.  The writers wrote the believers and the skeptics so lovingly, so fairly, that there was no agenda to the show other than love.  Who says there's nothing good on television?

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Disappointment and Anticipation -- TV style

So I blame myself. I should know better than to fall for hype and little has been hyped more than the Britney Spears episode of Glee. Still, I actually counted down the minutes till the show started and waited to be blown away. Instead, I was mildly entertained and greatly irritated.

The entertaining part was Brittany as Britney. She's always been one of my favorite characters for her utter cluelessness and memorable quotes ("dolphins are just gay sharks"). So it was refreshing seeing her front and center this episode, singing her namesake's song (kudos to the genius behind Brittany S. Pierce = Britney Spears). Her recreation of Britney's more infamous music video moments was inspired. And her duet with her partner in crime Santana was a highlight -- both these girls deserve better than being buried under Rachel's imposing shadow.

Speaking of Rachel, this was not her shining moment. The most awkward, unimpressive cover of the night went to Lea (should the show be renamed GLea?) Michelle in her school girl outfit, trying to match the video to "Hit Me Baby One More Time." She was just -- off. She didn't exude either side of Britney's video character, neither innocence nor burgeoning sexuality. Rachel may be the star of the glee club and Lea the star of the show, but she paled in her attempt to channel her inner Britney. She should stick with Streisand.

But what irritated me the most was how it was all just one big stunt. They sacrificed the show -- the characters, their stories -- for one really long series of music videos. In the past, the songs have informed the show or punctuated certain moments for the characters. This was just one big commercial for the immediately available Glee/Britney Spears compilation CD. It's bad enough that TV shows now incorporate their sponsors into everything (you'll be cooking on you GE Monogram range), but when the show is just one big commercial, you have to draw the line.

Speaking of the GE Monogram range, BravoTV announced the line up for the first Top Chef All Stars, which will start on December 1. The cast really is an all star group with some of the best cooks, and some of the more interesting personalities, in the show's seven-year run. There will be Tiffani from Season One along with Richard and Dale from Season Three, each of whom coulda woulda shoulda won in their year. Add to that the hotness that is Angelo from last season, the charm of Spike, Fabio and his adorable accent and Mike Isabella who is the resident love-to-hate chef
and I'm allowing myself to build up unreasonably high expectations for Season 8. Did Glee not teach me anything?