Donna Martin, Pirates, and GOP Tea-bagging: This Week’s Unsuccessful Attempts at a Comeback

Who could forget one of the most memorable teenage tv moments of the 90’s? The year was 1991, and Donna Martin had just been caught drunk at the West Beverly prom and was consequently banned from her own high school graduation. Because Donna, played by Tori Spelling, daughter of Executive Producer Aaron Spelling, was the learning-challenged virgin that every character on the show inexplicably adored, the whole school walked out on finals in protest and chanted in demand for her freedom: “Donna Martin Graduates!” And she hadn’t even gotten a boob job yet.

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This moment of triumphant teen rebellion marked the peak of the ten season run of Beverly Hills 90210, a show that spanned the entire decade of the 90s. In its first three seasons, the show enjoyed some admittedly great tv moments (Brenda Walsh’s Cherry Pop at the Spring Fling, Brandon Walsh’s accidental “Euphoria” trip, Color Me Badd’s goateed serenade.) Make no mistake, Seasons 4-10 were nothing short of horrendous, each season progressively sadder and balder than the one before. But the show sparked my love affair with teen tv dramas, and everyone who knows me recognizes that I have a hard time letting go of the things I love. I watched the gang through college, and grad school, and colonoscopies.

It would be easy to say that this show stays with me because it came of age when I did. But, 90210 was not relatable in any way to my teenage life or probably anyone’s. (But that doesn’t seem to be the draw of teen dramas.) The show’s main characters, Minnesota twins Brenda and Brandon, were sorting out their mid-western identity clashes with their new Beverly Hills lifestyle. Maybe it mirrored my own East meets West drama,  maybe I wanted a moody alcoholic boyfriend that looked ten years older than my friends, or maybe I thought Jason Priestley’s Canadian tuxedo was hot.

At the same time, I found the overpowering moral compass of the show, the Walsh family’s dogmatic ideals of right and wrong, so irritating. The first few seasons were driven by an issue-of-the-week plot line—dealing with issues regarding teen sex, diet pill addictions, drug and alcohol abuse, accidentally shooting yourself in the stomach, or dating your Mexican maid’s daughter, with each episode ending with some form of a bedside chat where the twins learn the difference between right and wrong. The parents, Jim and Cindy, who were far too average-looking to ever make it on tv now, always steered their gratingly earnest kids in the right direction and provided three nutritious meals per day.

Despite all of its lameness, the show enjoyed a period of brat-pack fame, and frankly, touched a place deep inside. But why? Was it that Darren Star wrote characters that I somehow cared about, even if I thought they were painful and embarrassing and stupid? Brenda and Brandon did seem to have a touching closeness. Dylan and Brenda’s relationship is one of the more heartfelt teen love affairs ever to be illustrated on the small screen, with all the drama and significance of your first boyfriend.  Just think of the inadequacy of modern day comparisons – The O.C.‘s Ryan Atwood and Marissa Cooper enjoyed a strong start but fizzled out because  she died (and they didn’t even have sex until the third season), Gossip Girl’s Serena VDW and Dan Humphrey’s on and off-screen relationship could not be more tedious; and don’t get me started on the trash-whores on One Tree Hill, who always seem to be knocked up. (Does anyone even watch that show?)

One of the biggest differences between teen dramas of the 90s and the 21st Century is the swap of focus: where Aaron Spelling provided moralistic life lessons with a side of sex and back-stabbing and scandal, today’s shows focus entirely on the hyper-sexualized good stuff without the tiresome finger-wagging and pedantic conclusions, and even give the adults the same sex-driven plot lines as their kids. To be clear, I would much rather watch the MILFs on Gossip Girl sleep with a new guy every 6 episodes than listen to Cindy’s Walsh’s recipe for pot roast and clean living. But, the loss of a moral center seems to come at the expense of my not giving a crap about what happens to the characters on Gossip Girl, Privileged, or on the new 90210. Maybe it’s good to let go of one’s overwrought past and just enjoy the network filth.

Don’t Call It a Comeback

90210 v. 2.0 aired on the CW in late 2008, going for a stylishly updated take on the original. But, like Bobby Jindal’s national address which was meant to put a younger, fresher, browner face on the GOP, Version 2.0 is an unmitigated disaster. Like the original, the new incarnation follows a family of four from the mid-west that moves to Beverly Hills, with a son and a daughter of the same age. This time around, though, one of them is the puny, cutesy, and insipid Annie, who sounds like she smokes a pack of Winstons every day, and an adopted black son, Dixon, an unacceptable new role for The Wire’s Tristan Wilds (though it is funny to see him calling Full House’s Lori Loughlin “Mom” and Arrested Development’s Jessica Walters “Grandma.”)

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The adopted black kid is a pretty fascinating update of the original. Did 2.0 choose this direction to make the mid-westerners seem less like hicks and more like benevolent, color-blind liberals? But color-blindness is so 90’s. Perhaps it is a purposeful and stark departure from the original, which sported just one black character in the first few seasons, who incidentally dressed like Malcolm Jamal Warner, (which was mitigated by his being admitted to Yale, dating the ugly chick Andrea,  and only being on two episodes.) Despite being less obvious about his blackness, Dixon’s race isn’t completely ignored either, as he feels a bit odd in this new Whitey McWhiterson World (which has to be more diverse than Kansas, I would think, but whatever, I’ll take it for the actual race recognition.) Most likely, in ‘Jindal v. the Pork Volcano’ fashion, making a person of color a main character is so pioneering that it automatically makes a show (or a party) seem like it is in a new, hip, and politically relevant era. This way, the engineers of the re-branding can rehash old characters and tired story- lines and think no one will be the wiser because we are so mesmerized by inter-racial relationships, blogs, sexting, brown guys, and tea-bagging.

"Hey Kel, check out how neither my face nor my hair moves even with the top down."

Along with the rehashed story lines, the key component of the failed comeback (and the reason I keep watching) is the return of the West Bev, circa 1990, BFFs. Kelly Taylor is now the guidance counselor who has mothered deadbeat dad Dylan’s baby, Brenda Walsh is the drama teacher who has returned from England where she was exiled after the fourth season of 1.0, and Donna Martin just arrived on the scene this week as a fashion designer, only big in Japan, and if possible, seems even more drag-tastic and mentally challenged than her younger self. Jennie Garth has held up kind of well, but the rest, including Nat who still runs the freaking Peach Pit, look like they should have stayed out of the California sun and not spent so much time at Botox Betty’s. At least they haven’t gotten Andrea Zuckerman out of her nursing home to play the gym teacher. At this point, the show is starting to seem like fan fiction, and just like with the crazy people who write that weirdness, you wonder what these writers are smoking.

More pirates, teens, and tea-bagging to come.

– Emily Valentine

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15 thoughts on “Donna Martin, Pirates, and GOP Tea-bagging: This Week’s Unsuccessful Attempts at a Comeback”

  1. Scott’s death really brings back some memories. I think my sister and I, and a bunch of other family friends, were watching that together (was it a Thanksgiving special?) And I distinctly recall Ian Ziering’s character prodding David Silver for more details (“were there like guts everywhere?”) Brian Austin Green was the moral anchor of that show, which, says a lot, come to think about it. That GOP tea bagging link is really incredible, by the way.

  2. A scintillating debut, Coach T. Does this mean TubaTV can expect a regular teen drama beat? (“Teens on the street / teens on the beat / Beat teens!”)

  3. Also, after watching that CMB clip, I can’t *wait* for men’s bilateral hoop earrings to make their inevitable comeback. (My Midwestern parents wouldn’t let me get piercings the first time around.)

  4. Apparently, a third of Color Me Badd has reunited (two of whom have gone Christian). The missing member is the balding guy (“So all of you go to Beverly Hills High?”), who’s been writing hits for Kelly Clarkson.

  5. Wait, you mean three-fourths of CMB? Has it really been that long since Mr. Taylor’s class, bro?

  6. Good memory on Ian Ziering’s inappropriate reaction to this tragic death. What a good lesson to teach to the lesser fortunate ghetto kids watching the show that may indeed encounter loaded guns in their father’s studies.
    Also, I’d have to say that Andrea Z. was the moral center of the show, which is notable since she is the only Jewish character. Interesting, Hollywood.

    Also, this post was done by emilyvalentine, so try to keep up, ok JC? There is a new sheriff in tuba town. And yes, I’ll try to keep beating teens regularly.

  7. They did briefly date, actually. I remember being envious of her bleached blonde awesomeness since I was always more in the Brandon camp than the Dylan camp. Though, Emily Valentine was clearly bipolar, like every wayward character on 90210. Mental disorder catch-all (Emily, David Silver, David Silver’s Mom, David Silver’s half sister on the new 90210.) Do you remember the episode where EV sang (using her real voice) with Brenda, Donna, and Kelly as back-up (totally lip-syncing?) Something “a little closer to the heart”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVkHH_ShEn4

  8. “Squash it!” (hand coming down over a clench fist) — David Silver

    This might be the greatest post in the entire blogosphere for this week!

  9. Thanks. Thought you might enjoy this too then.
    “You’re so precious to me…” – David Silver

  10. the admission “my love affair with teen tv dramas” makes so many things make more sense…I won’t ever fault you for not being self aware

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