I realize quoting "Big Spender" lyrics from Cy Coleman and Dorothy Fields' Sweet Charity musical won't earn me any sweet indie cred, but I went there anyway. Why? Because it allowed me to use this as an intentionally tacky lead-in: "Who doesn't want to have some 'fun'?"
What are you doing and... what are you looking forward to? Do something about teen suicide. Remind yourself of things you are looking forward to and tell a young person. It can make a world of difference.
For an episode that was supposed to be all about Regionals, Glee flipped a switch on its audience and instead, turned out an episode that I don't think anyone saw coming. Suicide attempt? Check. A potentially deadly car accident? Check. Regionals win? Who cares!
After a few weeks of painful misses, I wasn't sure if I was ever going to restore my love for Glee again, but then the series showed me its "Heart," and I was immediately sucked back in to the McKinley High drama. Of course, it may have had something to do with it being Valentine's Day and all.
Milan makes "so emotional" and "greatest love of all" references that seem particularly poignant this week. "Any bitch with common sense knows, don't shine on Whitney Houston in a RuPaul informercial," Willam asserts.
Considering that I knew beforehand that "The Spanish Teacher" would be very Will-centric, I wasn't too excited for this episode. Although, I must admit that Ricky Martin's bon-bon shaking was a huge incentive for tuning in.
We weren't really looking forward to this episode, since it signaled the return to one of worst things about season 2 (other than the preachiness and all-around lack of humor): the "theme" episode.
For an episode that was so overhyped, I have to be honest: I was a little underwhelmed ... The absurdity of it all was too much for me to bear. It never quite lived up to the greatness that is Michael Jackson.
It's an overflowing piñata full of mediocre television. That isn't to say all reality television is bad. I do enjoy some, like The Amazing Race and Top Chef. However, I'm referring to the shows that go to the edge of crazy and jump over.
Glee, in its presentation of Broadway songs as contemporary pop music, shamelessly auto-tuned and lip-synched, has helped to make musical theater more popular than ever. But, even if it is popular, musical theater is still uncool. Why is this?
Art, including television comedy, is meant to hold a mirror to society. While holding that mirror, Hollywood should give lesbians the fair and equal consideration they give gay men.
It's been a long time since I enjoyed a new musical quite as much as Bring It On: The Musical, which played San Francisco as part of an extended pre-Broadway tour.
In many ways, "Glee's" return episode, "Yes/No," was all about growing pains and life lessons. The kids -- and the adults -- are growing up, and so it's to be expected that some of that process is going to be bit awkward, or even uneasy, to watch.
Joyful Noise is a movie with big, rousing soul-gospel songs that take your mind off how mediocre -- or worse -- the rest of the movie is.
I remember having a conversation with my elder sister, as a child, and mentioning something concerning "handicapped people." My sister, who has long h...