Here’s what The Washington Post had to say about last night’s episode of Glee, which finally (sort of) addressed Corey Monteith’s death: “The episode was written by Glee creators Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan, and it was disappointing to see them set aside one of Glee’s lasting attributes — cold honesty — as it awkwardly and even sanguinely avoided revealing how Monteith’s character died. Did Finn, like the actor who played him, have a drug problem? Was it a car crash? Did he kill himself? Aneurysm, heart attack, infection, old football injury, what?
“’That doesn’t matter,’ said Kurt (Chris Colfer) in the episode’s opening.
“Well, of course it does, if this is still a television show and not just an exercise in demonstrative grief-through-song. It came across as a bizarre absence of basic plot in a show that built its reputation on deftly locating comedy in the most uncomfortable personal details.”
I merely skimmed through the episode, as it’s long since been too annoying to actually watch. I was moved by the ending, though, in which Mr Shue clutched Finn’s jacket and was wracked with sobs. It was incredibly sad, like watching your father cry, and made even sadder knowing that it was most likely real. But it also felt slightly invasive and ghoulishly voyeuristic, not something I really needed to witness. I flipped the channel, angry with Ryan Murphy for making the actors bleed onstage for what? In the end, I wish the show hadn’t done the episode. I wish the show would just end. Did you watch it? What were your thoughts?