Sam’s retarded hypnosis from last episode wasn’t enough, so it’s time to break out the Saw parody hostage situation.
Yet this episode is somehow far more bearable than last week’s jaw-dropping shitfest.
Would it be too much to hope that last week really was as bad as Glee can get, and everything from here on will be mildly better?
Every time I think Glee has finally, finally hit rock bottom, Ryan Murphy busts out the dynamite and blows the bottom clear away, revealing more sprawling, cavernous depths of unbearable retardation.
For example, the plot of this episode hinges on hypnosis.
I’ve never said “Oh my fucking God” in rage so many times in a forty minute period.