At long last, several weeks after the expiry of its ‘best before’ date, the fake pregnancy storyline thudded to a close. Considering how awful it had been till now, it was surprisingly engaging. Will was on fine, believable form as the betrayed husband, though a bit scary when ordering Terri to lift up her shirt. It says something for how unsympathetic Terri is that I was still on his rapist-acting side. Even her cry of despair was evil: ‘This marriage works because you don’t feel good about yourself!’
Discovering a handy pile of mattresses in the school gym, Will ripped the cellophane off one, in a poignant and wordless scene, and thus exposed Glee Club to charges of commercialism. The Gleeks had been paid in cheap mattresses for their cheap advert, in which they performed Jump while, uh, jumping. I said it was cheap.
In addition to Will’s worm turning, there were some other personality changes. Emma stopped flirting and stood up for Ken in her own crazy fashion (‘Ken has 74 flaws, as of yesterday’); Quinn grew a pair and blackmailed Sue; and Terri became vaguely human.
In other news, Rachel extracted all the fun out of a Lily Allen song; Kurt had an absurdly long speech right at the start, then was given nothing else to do; and, wonderfully, Sue returned to baiting Will about his crowning glory: ‘You’re too busy loading your hair with enormous amounts of product. Today, it just looks like you put lard in it.’
Running through the episode was the bizarre American tradition of yearbook photos, and their potential for humiliation. I did enjoy the montage of Rachel popping up in every club’s photo, Muslim Club being my favourite. While this episode delivered too many sappy messages about being true to yourself, being proud of who you are, yadda yadda yadda, Glee remembered its heart of darkness at the final minute. I’d been anxious lest the jocks backed off from defacing the Glee Club photo for spurious and sickly reasons – ‘that girl’s too hot to give a Hitler moustache’ or ‘I quite like Andrew Lloyd-Webber’, or even, ‘I’ve learned something about myself today.’ But thank the black lord they didn’t. The football players were allowed to run gleefully amok with a marker pen, in one of the most honest scenes of the entire series.
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