Monday, March 29, 2010

You Want It, You Got It

My husband has a freakish love of all things musical theatre.  I don't.  Oh, sure I have done plenty of musicals, but I don't really have the voice of a soloist, so you'll generally find me in the chorus -- which is fine by me, most of the time, the leads don't get to dance and I like to dance.  given the choice, I'd rather do a play than a musical any day.

Can I admit to very likely being the only Midwestern theatre aficionado who has never seen Phantom of the Opera, no have I listened to the entire soundtrack?  Is that legal?  Go ahead... call me a theatre snob.  I'll likely agree with you.

Why is any of this relevant?  My darling husband has a brand new darling favorite TV show.  Oh, yes, I put up with him through his obscenely long Kids in the Hall period.  I tolerate his Chapelle Show compulsion.  I am co-dependent to his The Simpsons addiction.  And I full-on enjoy his The Office fix.

But can I support his current Glee love?  I dunno...  I think it has worn it's welcome.  I think that I need to stage an intervention because now he has got my children conspiring against me, requesting to hear the soundtrack over and over again.  It just goes on, and on, and on, and on....

OK -- I will say that Jane Lynch makes the show.  The rest of the characters?  Well, I can't seem to muster up any sympathy for them.  I don't like them, and not in a good way.  I get tired of the contrivances -- what teen in this day and age is seriously so stupid to believe he fathered a child from hot-tub sperm?  The idiocy is astounding.

The show doesn't go quite far enough to be farce, isn't smart enough to be intellectual humor, and is overripe with twenty-somethings playing teen-somethings belting out songs like they're auditioning for American Idol every day.  I think Simon would agree with me when I say STOP OVER-SINGING.  Just 'cuz you can sing loud doesn't mean you have to -- and that means you, miss Lea Michele.  

Perhaps it is my present crotchety mood, but I simply cannot listen to Matthew Morrison getting his rap on in "Bust a Move" one more time. I'm not Defying Gravity right now and I don't Need Somebody to LoveI Can't Fight this Feeling Any Longer --  I think I'm gonna bust a disc... but You Can't Always Get What You Want, so it's going to keep spinning until the kids grow as weary of it as I am.  Sigh...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hee ... your husband has great taste... I mean he did marry you too! I love Glee. I even got my husband into it and he is the man that bought me a SINGLE ticket for the broadway series at our performance center. Yes the plotline can be cheesy but then again ... cheese is my thing. Can't wait for the new episodes to start in a few weeks.

luvdisny (FSforums)

parenting ad absurdum said...

Oh, Air Supply... my secret love. Now that's going to be in my head for the rest of the week.

Christina said...

I think the hot tub pregnancy was supposed to be a comment on abstinence only ed? I think the show is pretty smart, but in a very subtle way. Eh, maybe I'm just giving the writers too much credit. lol I absolutely ADORE the show, smart or not.

I'm Christina from BPE btw. :)