I've already made my feelings on the quality decline of Hellcats clear so I'm not going to bitch too much more about it. I will only add that after a half season of being perfectly enjoyable, campy, and better than it had any right to be based on its name and subject, Hellcats ended it's series run with a dramatic story about strep throat. Strep. Throat. There's almost no one on that show that doesn't deserve better. It did remind me how much I like Christine Lakin though. Someone should give her a regular role in something.
Glee hasn't ended it's season yet but it did take another giant step away from fun entertainment and toward unbearable self-satisfaction and preachy emotional manipulation at the expense of coherent storytelling and consistent characterization. Did I cry at the funeral? Yes. My heart is not made of stone. But just because I'm easily manipulated (I seriously cry at everything, you guys) doesn't mean I mistake sappiness for quality. Can Lea Michelle sing the fuck out of a Barbra Streisand song? Yes. Do I love Funny Girl to hell and back? Yes. Would I pay cash money to hear Amber Riley sing "Try A Little Tenderness" twice a week for the rest of my life? Probably. But none of that made the episode good. They've ruined this show while keeping just enough things in it that I can stand to keep me from abandoning ship. I hate them for that.