When I stumbled upon episode 3 of 90210 on the Soap network after lunch one day, I expected it to be casual enjoyment of an old favourite. A favourite I moved on from 9 or 10 years ago. Or so I thought.
My fanship was serious in its day. I had dozens of magazines, collected 90210 trading cards, had a book on the show, a "biography" of Luke Perry, a 90210 bag and made a 90210 apron in my sewing class at school. I guess since a committed fan like me gave up on the show in 96 or 97, I thought this recent interest wasn't too serious.
For the first few days, it wasn't serious. Just catching it when we could, Gregg would watch too. A 90210 fan from 'the day' completely independent of my interest since he was in San Francisco in his 20s watching with a mixture of enjoyment and cynicism, and I was in my teens, in high school in Australia pining over Luke Perry. Two very different backgrounds of 90210 fandom, but now we're older with so many better things we could be doing, but instead we re-watch together with a joyous and shared cynical viewpoint.
After a few weeks, the casual nature of our viewing took a turn up (or down, depending on your perspective.) With the imminent shooting of David Silver's childhood friend, Scott Scanlon, we simply couldn't miss it. Episode guides were referenced. We weren't going to be home, so a DVD was set to record it. Boy was that episode lame. But boy, was it great. Brandon and Emily were thrown out of Scott's birthday party because Scott's mother busted them making out in a little brothers bedroom. What the fuck was the gang doing there? Thankfully the writers had enough sense to exclude Dylan from this ludicrous gathering. And just as well. Scott shot himself seconds after they all left. It was supposed to be an accident, but maybe in his subconscious, he wanted to die. I'm sure I would if the most popular kids in school walked out of my party, allowing me to realize I was never going to be a successful member society. We thought that was the big thing for a while, forgetting that this era leads us into the madness of Emily Valentine. The spiking of
We still managed to keep the recording to specific events at
And how could we? Donna was about to discover her mother having an affair at the hotel where she, David, Kelly and Brenda were stalking Color Me Badd! Steve had to go on the quest to find his real mother! But most importantly was Brenda lying to Jim and Cindy so she could go down to Baja with Dylan. Lordy, did the shit hit the fan then!
That has taken us through to the end of season 2, and we are now settled into season 3, which is HOTTT seeing some highly viewer-stimulating events which will carry us through for many weeks to come.
The scariest thing about all this is that while I am so cynical and able to involve myself in deep discussions with Gregg about what a moralistic and then hypocritical prick Brandon is, or how as cool as Dylan is, it is uncharacteristic for him to have anything in common with Steve, I still seem to have regressed feelings for Luke Perry. I certainly dont like that type any more, but when that Brenda is such a fucking BITCH all the time and he just so fucking cool and puts up with her FUCKING SHIT, I still feel residual angst watching them make out or hearing him say he loves her. Wake up Dylan! You deserve better! Of course he would kiss Kelly. He's dating BRENDA. She sucks. She's deformed with one eye lower than the other! What does that bitch think she's doing kissing that asshole in
I count the days until he ditches that hag for Kelly!!!
One of my favourite pictures of Luke.
The night Dylan took Brenda's virginity. Thankfully I missed this on recent re-runs.