Sad as we are to see the show go on hiatus until the spring, we were looking forward to this episode because the depiction of sectionals meant we were pretty much guaranteed a bunch of great numbers. We weren’t even thinking of plot much but we got that in spades too. We have to admit, as annoying as the two pregnancy storylines sometimes got, we kind of love how they brought them each to their conclusion: as mundanely as possible. Will finds a baby bump pillow and lifts Terri’s shirt. Done. Rachel, standing as she does in the center of things in the Glee club, figures out the obvious and tells Finn she doesn’t think he’s the father of Quinn’s baby. Done.
But let’s face it, the musical numbers are what keep us all coming back week after week and last night’s episode did not disappoint.
Y’know, it could be argued that giving “And I Am Telling You” to the sassy, chubby black girl is just a tiny bit on the cliche side, but a): they treated it like the expected thing it was, and b): she FUCKING NAILED IT with a version that would have made both Jennifers sit down for a minute.
And what do you do after the sassy, chubby black girl brings down the roof with the anthem for sassy, chubby black girls everwhere? Why, you hand the Jewish girl with the Broadway Baby styling “Don’t Rain on My Parade,”(the anthem for Jewish girls with Broadway Baby styling everywhere) and turn her loose, resulting in yet another roof coming crashing down.
But the episode wasn’t just a nod to the gays – because anthems for sassy, chubby black girls and Broadway baby Jewish girls are naturally anthems for gayboys as well – because we got a cute version of “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” and a KILLA version of “My Life Would Suck Without You,” complete with choreography that served as callbacks to pretty much every other number this season.
And in between we got a ton of drama and a little bit of comedy. In fact, we got what we considered the funniest line and delivery of the entire season:
“Okay. I’m just gonna come out and say it. This is a singing competition. I don’t know how those deaf kids got in. They weren’t singing, they were like, honking, and everyone was crying and I was like, “Get off the stage. You’re terrible and you’re making me super uncomfortable.”
So hard were we laughing at that that we didn’t hear the next five minutes of dialogue.
Sue, of course, got the remainder of the best:
“Hey buddy. I just stopped by to feed my Venus Flytrap.”
“You’ll be adding revenge to the long list of things you’re no good at, right next to being married, running a high school glee club and finding a hairstyle that doesn’t make you look like a lesbian.”
“Get ready for the ride of your life, Will Schuester. You’re about to board the Sue Sylvester Express. Destination: horror!”
It was a completely satisfying hour of television. If the series had been canceled at this point, these 13 episodes would have stood on their own . Thankfully, they’ll be back in the spring, stripped clean of most of the silliness plotwise, and geared up for regionals, promising better and better numbers. Can’t wait.
[Screencaps: Projectrungay.blogspot.com – Video: Dailymotion.com]