There are few attention-getting formulas in life as sure-fire as adding a little bit of “naked.” Google knows it (440,000,000 search results can’t be wrong, can they?). Ryan Murphy knows it. Even fruit-juice manufacturers know it. And so does Tina Cohen-Chang.
Yes, folks, this week’s Glee found New Directions’ perpetual second fiddle experiencing a flash of naughty inspiration: Getting the men of New Directions to pose for a clothing-discouraged calendar to raise money for Regionals.
You read that right: New Directions is back in the competitive show-choir game, now that the Dalton Academy Warblers have been DQ’d from their Sectionals win for using performance-enhancing drugs. (That opening-scene anchorwoman meltdown was one of the show’s funniest moments all season.)
Of course, the strip-down shenanigans brought out unexpected reactions among the McKinley kids. Sam, reeling from SAT scores on par with the average clinical-trial monkey, ramped up his body obsession — culminating with a diva fit at the photo shoot and a subsequent tender scene in which BFF Blaine helped him realize his self-worth wasn’t merely skin deep.
Artie, meanwhile, flinched at the idea of being the only guy posing in clothes — worrying he’d be reduced to nothing but his wheelchair. (Sam eventually showed solidarity and put his shirt back on, Artie re-committed to the calendar, and along with Jake, Ryder, Joe and Blaine, they each took two slots in the 12-month beefcake parade.)
And the final story arc in the high-school halls found Marley and Jake playing a game of “I love you” chicken, both of ‘em afraid to be the one to admit those feelings first. Jake sweetly wrote it, Marley sweetly verbalized it, and Becky made the gagging noise that brought the scene back to reality (and reminded us why this show is categorized as a comedy).
Back in New York, Rachel grappled with whether or not to go topless for a role in a student film about a woman with Alzheimer’s. Kurt called in the out-of-town troops (Quinn and Santana) to stage an intervention against such a naked display, while Brody rubbed his bare parts against Kurt’s vintage flea-market chairs to show his support. In the end, Rachel just couldn’t drop robe, even if it cost her the role. (And Santana, well, she began to realize NYC is more her speed than Kentucky.)
My biggest disappointment with the hour? The absence of a rendition of Jennifer Love Hewitt’s seminal semi-hit “Barenaked.” (No, I did not type that ironically.)
Anyhoo, I’ll be back overnight to update this post with a full episode recap including grades for every musical number and a rundown of the best zingers — bookmark, refresh, and enjoy! — but until then, let me turn things over to you. What did you think of “Naked”? Did the Marley-Jake storyline reel you in? Were you pro- or anti-nudity when it came to Rachel’s role in the student film? Sound off in the comments, and for all my weekly TV recaps, follow me on Twitter @MichaelSlezakTV!
Source: TV Line