If you hadn’t heard, the highly-anticipated (speak for myself, I know) 90210 spin-off aired this past Tuesday and was it ever juicy! From underage drinking to gratuitous blow-jobs to plagiarism to Maury-worthy paternity scandals, the jam-packed, two-hour season premier could have passed for a Lifetime made-for-TV movie (on crack).
Tuesday’s spin-off began exactly where the series left off in 2000. The only difference? The character equivalent of Brandon is now some adopted black kid. And voila! The gang is instantly politically correct.
People, what has become of prime-time television?
I was a big-time Brenda-Brandon-Donna-Dylan-David-Kelly die-hard back in my day. I pretty much grew up with those brats. When an episode aired, I was all about the zip code — even if I had already seen the episode before.
The gang from West Bev was always older and, ahem, a little more mature than me, but my overworked single mother never had the time to sit down and watch an episode for herself. She was aware that her oddball daughter would wake up at six on Saturday mornings to watch old reruns of The Brady Bunch, so really — how harmful could this other show be?