Ryan McGee of HitFix.com writes: In a previous review of “Glee,” I likened the show to New England weather. In both cases, if you don’t like something, wait just a bit and it’ll pass and transform into something else. As sure as sunshine turns to downpours in the Northeast, the superficial silliness of last week’s Britney Spears Incident gave way this week to more sacred and sober concerns. Even with the ridiculous title of “Grilled Cheesus,” “Glee” took on religion in as straightforward a manner that is possible given the overall DNA of this show.
First things first: religion is a third rail for a lot of people. In discussing this episode, I’ll do my best to not be judgmental or inflammatory, either intentionally or subconsciously. Disagreeing with my analysis? Fine, and more than fair. But please don’t mistake my intent here: nothing below seeks to give weight to any one particular viewpoint any more than the episode itself did. And, when it comes down to it, I was far more interested in the way that the episode incorporated music than in the way its various characters approached the topic of God. For the first time in what felt like forever, the show’s musical choices felt organic, appropriate, and dramatically integrated. See, “Glee”? I KNEW you could do it.
In thinking about “Grilled Cheesus” in relation to “Britney/Brittany,” I’ve decided to think about the show less as a meteorological happenstance and more as an anthology series that just happens to feature the same players on a weekly basis. Call it “Red Schue Diaries,” if you will. That’s not the way the show is designed, but it certainly reduced the intra-episode whiplash that ensues when you try to square this week’s relatively somber episode against the hallucinogenic fever dream of last week.