Allow Us to Recommend Riverdale
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The it-show of this century has all the ingredients for TV greatness: murder, hot teens, and murder. I’m speaking, of course, about Riverdale on The CW.
My name is Mary Houlihan. I’m what the industry calls a Brooklyn-based multi-hyphenate on the rise, and as such, I am a much revered trendsetter and arbiter of taste.
I have watched every episode of Riverdale thus far, and frankly, I’ve done been bit by the dang Riverdale bug. I have Riverdale Fever, and the only prescription is more Riverdale.
If you have not been graced by the dang Riverdale bug, don’t worry, I’ll explain what the show is. Riverdale takes the characters from the Archie Comics universe—Archie, Jughead, et al—and makes them sexy teens.
Now, to answer the question on everyone’s mind: DOES JUGHEAD WEAR A CROWN?
Yes. It is a beanie and the fold-over part of the beanie has points on it.
The series begins with the death of local wealthy hot teen Jason Blossom, twin brother of Cheryl Blossom and ex-boyfriend of Betty’s sister Polly. But it turns out Jason’s death wasn’t just regular-death—it was a murder-death.
The ensuing story unfolds a twisted mystery—a twystery: Who killed Jason Blossom?
I truly think Riverdale is very captivating, and does the cliffhanger storyline really well. It’s also visually so, so interesting. It’s like a live-action high fashion photo spread. The color correction is super saturated, and is best described as “early 2000s Nigel Dick-directed Britney Spears music video featured on MTV Making The Video” chic. There’s these beautiful shots of dark green forests, and fog—lots of fog. Uhh, “Riverdale?” More like “Riverfog.” Thank you.
My favorite part of Riverdale though, is, well, all these fuckin’ Archie characters are hot, and I just think that’s funny.
I’m an Archie freak. Love the stuff. When I was a little squirt, me and my brother took guitar lessons at Woodside Music Studio in Park Ridge, New Jersey. To kill time while my brother Terry took his guitar lesson, I’d walk over to the Krauszer’s across the street and pick up a brand new shinin’ issue of Archie Comics. I’d go back into Woodside and read a new issue over the soft din of a pre-teen boy playing a very slow and syncopated Guns ‘N Roses solo.