The opening credits tell us that 10 years ago a tradition began, and we see brief clips of some of the past winners. Then we're told tonight a new dance era begins, before this year's "stars" are introduced. This year more than ever it's hard to defend the show's definition of "star." I have no idea who half these people are.
On a recent Sunday afternoon, my son and I were in Penn Station to catch a MARC train to D.C. Every bench in the waiting room was full. We backed out and looked for a place to sit on the pair of long benches perpendicular to the ones in the waiting room, where I spotted a couple of spaces. But on one space was a soda can belonging to a young black man in the adjacent space. As I stood in front of the bench, I remembered two recent headlines in The Sun. One was about "gang killers" of a
Hmmmmm ... you call that a season finale? Ryan Murphy alluded to something big happening in this episode that would forever alter the lives of this group of friends and would be the central focus of Season 6.
If you'll recall, I've liked exactly ONE episode from this entire season thus far, but now that single show is in good company because tonight's episode was full of angst, divas and show-stopping performances (namely from Santana) that make "Glee" as fun as it used to be.