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With nationals coming up, Schuester enlists the help of vocal consultant Jesse St. James to find the perfect featured soloist. With each glee club member’s audition, Jesse lobs increasingly insulting insight like the Simon Cowell that FOX wishes they still had. | Sure, it seems unlikely that the Schue’ would invite such a mean spirit into the glee club, if only because of the parent complaints he’d be inviting in as well. But with such critiques as, “You didn’t go deep enough into the emotions of the song,” I think Jesse’s lines are about as real as this show gets. |
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Ms. P helps Schuester pack his apartment in preparation for his time away from McKinley, making his Broadway debut with April Rhodes. They come across the vest Schuester was wearing the day he met her. He asks her to put it in the “get rid of” box, but she keeps it and even starts wearing it to school–which is both aww and eww. | Schuester whips up a rather convincing (and heartfelt) “Who knows how long I’ll be gone for, ya know, with this whole Broadway gig…” speech. Emma realizes what a shame it’d be if she passed up her only chance to fuck a famous person, er, I mean, express her true feelings for Will. They hook up, and thus her wardrobe choice the next day makes sense. |
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Rachel performs a soulful rendition of Barbara Streisand‘s “My Man” as an audition piece for Nationals. She dazzles her competition, wins the coveted spot as featured soloist, and ultimately ends up back in the arms of Jesse. | Rachel wins the solo spot fair and square, but just because she can hit the high notes doesn’t mean she gets her ass kissed by the glee club. Sure, everybody loves the girl who’s gonna bring home the gold, but people are easily weirded out by overblown Barbara Streisand obsessions. |
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Sue Sylvester‘s sister, Jean, passes away. The glee club organizes the funeral as a favor to the overwhelmed cheerleading coach. | I couldn’t overlook this major plot point, but I also can’t bring myself to crack a joke about a dead woman with Down syndrome (even if she is a fictional character). I’m taking a pass on this round. |
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In typical sentimental Schuester fashion, he likens picking a soloist to “picking a favorite child.” Unable to cope with this epic decision of such monumentally unfair circumstances, Shuester declares that the glee club will be performing a group number instead of a solo act. | With his ass headed to Broadway, there really isn’t enough time for Schuester to give everyone in the club a gold star and a blue ribbon. He leaves Jesse in charge, which forces the club to realize that the Nationals competition is, in fact, a fucking competition. |
But enough of my ranting, I wanna hear from the Gleeks out there. How did you feel about this episode’s death and how do you feel about the rumors surrounding a second death? That’s right… more death rumors.
Anyone else having a love/hate relationship with the way Glee keeps raising its stakes?
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