Keep away from children and irresponsible adults (eyeball_tree) wrote, @ 2012-02-22 09:20:00
following up on shark and omystarling and glitterberries's posts but here because I'm a bit too rambly and a bit too jumbled still.
Glee. I wish I could quit you.
Glee's one of those shows I hate, but I keep coming back to. I'm sure I'm not the only one on my flist in that boat. And I thought I had made a break for a while, but came back to it because I had no other TV to watch on Tuesday nights? I honestly have no fucking clue. But the past few episodes haven't been as terrible as last fall's entire line-up of episodes--boring heterosexual teenage marriage plots aside. But last night's was exploitative, triggering, and in incredibly poor taste.
I get that they're trying to be edgy or pertinent after school specials or whatever the fuck. But last night they decided to bring two plots out of no where [SPOILER AND TRIGGERS BEYOND]
teen suicide and teenage death in car accidents.
The way they handled the suicide plot was tasteless, but the car crash--ugh. glee. Other people than I have addressed the suicide plot, far better than I have, and I'm in total agreement.
I want to talk about Quinn for a tick though.The worst part was, there was almost an 8 mm lead up to both scenes where you could tell what was happening several minutes in advance and then having the "action" shot happen right before commercial break (or the end of episode). The adjectives coming to mind to describe that are perhaps as disturbing as the scenes themselves. :|
What the fuck was up with "going to the chapel" for the car crash one? Haha! Get it? because it's happy and death isn't! And there's nothing that goes with happy like teenagers dying in car wrecks!
And ending with a truck slamming into the side of Quinn's car and that honking? Horrifying choice. I was shaken for a good while and I only have the imagined experience of "Is this what my friends who have died in car accidents saw?"
I've not (fortunately) been in a car accident like that, but as a person whose best friend and first boyfriend was in high school--I literally don't remember the first half of my junior year--it brings up the same sickening, wretching sort of feelings. And not in the "good drama makes you feel" sort of way or even the "physically nauseating but mentally healing" sort of way like Elfriede Jelenik's The Piano Teacher. Just in the triggered way.
I know they know texting with driving is a hot-button issue, and I'm certainly hoping they know car wrecks and death are fairly serious issues. But it didn't feel like they approached it anywhere remotely near serious territory. I've stopped giving them the benefit of the doubt long ago though. I don't know.
I had made a break at Christmas and I really don't know why I went back. I wish I hadn't.