Joss Whedon. Neil Patrick Harris. My favorite entirely unrealistic show choir fantasy. I have been waiting for this episode for two months.
The verdict: yes and no.
Things I loved: Every moment NPH was on. That man is a god. Some unusually good lines. Idina Menzel and Lea Michel's (or as I like to call her, Little Idina's) show-stopping rendition of "I Dreamed a Dream"--seriously, are they going to do the entire Les Mis soundtrack? I sure hope so. Also, Jesse's back! Hoorah and double-hooray!
Things I didn't love: Arty's treatment of Tina, the weirdly contrived and sped-up plot point about his dreams of dancing--and the crushing of those dreams, ignoring the fact that there actualy are wheelchair dance troupes. Seriously. Professional ones. Also, the bit about Idina being Little Idina's mom--of course it was inevitable, but my quarrel is with the way they did it--what the hell? Contrived and nonsensical. And, most importantly--"Dream On" is NOT a Les Mis audition song. Some kid is going to be very, very disappointed when this show inspires them to try out for Phantom with "Tik Tok" or something.
So in general: I love Joss. I love NPH. I love Glee. I love the music. The plot continues to be completely ridiculous, but isn't that why we watch it?
Eagerly awaiting next week's...Lady Gaga episode?
Yours &c,
E. A. Weatherfield
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