Previously on Glee, New Directions prepared for Nationals by saying the word “Nationals” a hundred times a day, while Sue tiptoed around in the background peeking around corners and twirling her handlebar mustache and promising to tie Mr. Schue to some rail road tracks if he didn’t bring home the big trophy. Blaine and Tina and Sam and Artie felt really sad about leaving McKinley, a deep, deep sadness that took root in the choir room and grew a grief tree as big as a Redwood that they watered with their tears and nostalgia all the years of the senior year of their life. And something about something with Marley and Ryder and Jake.
Previously on Glee, the director of the Broadway revival of Funny Girl fainted almost dead away when he found out that McKinley High School produced both Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez, and so he hired the latter to be the former’s understudy, a decision that resulted in a fisticuffs for the ages. Kurt and Starchild drank awesome Jell-O shooters and listened to awesome music and sat around soaking up each other’s awesomeness. And Artie and Tina‘s battle for valedictorian resulted in Blaine Warbler being named valedictorian.
Jonathan Groff, Glee alum and one of Lea’s besties, is hustling in his new gay centered HBO dramedy Looking. Will Lea be making an appearance, preferably either as a. one fag hag to rule them all or b. a lesbian looking for lurvee in the cloudy gay city?
“First of all, I went to San Francisco when they were filming the show and I ate dinner with all the guys and with Andrew (Haigh), their director, and before anything I said to them, ‘You guys, let’s get me on the show,’ and then I watched the entire series because Jonathan gave me all the episodes… Once I saw the entire series, I emailed Andrew Haigh and I was like, ‘Look, I loved it before, but I love it even more now. You gotta get me on the show. I’ll do anything. Anything you want me to play, even if I’m in the background, I’ll do it.’”
Does that include playing a raging lesbo? Maybe accessorized by combat Docs, a black beanie, and half-empty pack of American spirits? “One hundred percent,” Lea assures the salivating masses.
We’re only a few short days away from the return of Glee and the rumor mill is spinning golden gossip faster than Rumpelstiltskin on speed. According to every cast member, writer and producer, enormous changes afoot for the show we all love to hate (and hate to love) (and hate to hate). Here are the seven burning questions we’re afraid of having answered.
If you are a fan of Glee, then you are most definitely familiar with Ali Stroker. She’s the blonde stunner with the hundred-watt smile and voice to match who was a finalist for this past season’s The Glee Project. She also caused quite a splash last year when she and partner Dani Shay revealed their relationship in the most adorable way possible: in music video form. This week, Ali debuted her one-woman show, Finding Glee, at NYC’s 54 Below.
The house was packed with fans of all ages; including quite a few die hard Gleeks. I happened to be sitting next to Ali’s fourth grade teacher, who was overwhelmed with pride and excitement for her former student. It was completely heart warming. There was so much love in that room, the walls could hardly contain it. Ali’s dear friend John Early warmed up the crowd, then literally carried out the woman of the hour. Wearing a gold sequined gown and classic red lipstick, Ali looked like a modern day Lana Turner. She opened the show with Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” and it was quite evident that would be the theme of the evening. Ali Stroker is unstoppable.
Who wants to sit in her lap?
An analogy: Glee is like a box of chocolates. A box of chocolates you find sitting unattended at a bus station, and which you open because you have low blood sugar and a totally unfounded faith in humanity. And with each bite you wonder: will this be filled with razor blades, planted by someone who apparently wants to punish chocolate lovers? Will it be stuffed with so much beauty and heart and truth that it makes you cry with its sweetness? Or is it perhaps laced with LSD, which will cause you to hallucinate puppet versions of your friends, pirouetting madly to old school Janet Jackson? This week’s episode of Glee was that last kind of chocolate: sure it was a cold-blooded attempt to move singles on iTunes, held together by only the thinnest of narrative threads, but at least it wasn’t strawberry cream.
Can we keep this show in New York and say “Peace out, Lima”?