I don’t really want to talk about the failings of Fox’s Glee. This doesn’t seem like the time or place. And despite the fact that I haven’t regularly watched the show for awhile now, I tuned in last night. Though music is usually one of the best inroads to emotional expression and catharsis, the highly-processed nature of the Glee soundtrack robbed the songs of some of their impact. But the main actors, the older ones who worked closely with Monteith, were given a chance to let their emotions break the surface of their performance and every crack, every tear felt honest.
But none so honest as the opening scene in Finn Hudson’s bedroom where Kurt, Kurt’s dad (the always amazing Mike O’Malley) and Finn’s mom (scene-stealer Romy Rosemont) packed up his stuff. All three actors had their moment of emotional catharsis and none was as heartbreaking as Rosemont’s. Finn’s letterman jacket gets passed around for the rest of the episode, but Kurt’s description (“Seeing him come down the hallway wearing this, it was like Superman had arrived”) was a kick to the gut. The rest of the episode never matched this emotional high. How could it?