“On the other hand, pretty much everything involving Karen drove me nuts. The idea that she’d be able to shame one of Ivy’s closest friends into switching teams — or, at least, into playing for both teams at once (which isn’t what Ivy wanted at that point) — with her speech about how she didn’t sleep with Derek was cringe-inducing and not believable with what we’d seen of these characters before. It’s another case of Karen being pure and good and perfect in her blandness — though I don’t know how much fault there is the writing and how much is Katharine McPhee’s acting — and the more it happens, the more I wind up rooting for Ivy just because I don’t like being this manipulated. And then after the other members of the ensemble perform a backup singer intervention on her, the way the show chooses to demonstrate what Karen has learned is with a performance of “Rumor Has It” in which she’s clearly singing lead? Huh?”

- Allan Sepinwall’s review of Smash, or MY FUCKING THOUGHTS EXACTLY. (via illbethereforu)

I wish the writers for the show would make up their minds and either go camp all the frickin’ way or LEARN HOW TO WRITE SOME GODDAMN NUANCE.  

I guess not every show can realize the intelligence of its audience (like my faves The Good Wife and Justified), but still.  Smash, can you please make up your mind?

I want to keep watching because I love music (and Debra Messing and Anjelica Huston and handsome British men), but I don’t like being frustrated. This is why I have given up on multiple shows … a couple more episodes like this one and I’m out.