On Glee

I’m half expecting that it isn’t going to be revealed that Puck is Quinn’s baby-daddy until the baby comes out with a mohawk and a nipple ring.  It continues to astound me that Finn isn’t the least bit suspicious, and that he hasn’t even casually mentioned the supposed hot tub conception to anyone with enough sense to set him right.  We probably shouldn’t expect the birth until May (convenient that school years, pregnancies, and the television season are all nine months!), but I think the reveal depends on whether Ryan Murphy plotted the season for the initial thirteen episodes (my cursory research didn’t find anything to support or contradict this), the full twenty-two (again, supposition), or some combination of the two.

Also, I love that Kristin Chenoweth’s April is very reminiscent of Jerry Blank.  And that Emma described Kurt as an “11 year old milkmaid”.

I also have the feeling that, at least for a few more episodes, Glee is going to generate inconsistent reactions from episode to episode.  I’ve been somewhat less enthusiastic about the episodes with less singing (!) and dancing (!) than about the ones that feature them more heavily.  The pilot set rather ridiculous expectations for a non-stop musical extravaganza, which clearly can’t—and shouldn’t—be maintained through a season of twenty-two episodes.  Now that we’re further along, it’s becoming more evident what, precisely, the show is, and what can be expected.