Kelly's Making Her Choice, Beverly Hills, 90210 Visual Aids, So Just Keep Your Shirt On
You may want to choose some Visine and a fistful of Maalox before peeping some pics from S05.E30.
The Again With This podcast that goes with these Visual Aids doesn't have a manipulative bone in its body.
Us too, Hannah. Uuuuuus too.
"Nice 'n' Easy." For the ensemble that's neither!
We have to wonder where Donna's skirt is...
...while the rest of the gang wonders where Donna's backbone is.
Oh, good: Prince Valiant of House Loafister is here to sign off on Ohhhhhndrea's choices some more.
But even in her last scenes, WE will not be signing off on the Sydney Opera Coif. Comb. That mofo. Out.
Because you know what's comfy on a cross-continental road trip with an infant? Nylons! ...Oh, Nana. Never change.
It's not that we dislike the Valanda Woodward turn on paper; we DGAF about Ray's bullshit either. It's just kind of rando.
"Well, if it's going on my reel we should really shoot it on the thinking deck." "Roger that, boss's daughter."
Y'all, if you're going to go this close up, you really have to color inside the lines.
Ancient B-roll is back, and it's stagflation-ier than ever!
About time Jim stood with us on the annoying issue of his son. #noBrandonsmatter
Amidst the cheese and awk blocking ("blawking"?), please to note that Kelly initiates the kiss instead of reaching for some bug spray.
It's not such a "nice surprise" when the recipient is pinned underneath you with no choice but to react positively.
Val's work here is done. Priestley's acting coach, less so. Blinking and mouth-breathing aren't per se acting, Ace.
Tiny temper tantrum, massive blazer. ...Wasn't that a Cake song?
Look how thrilled Kelly is! ...See, this is about where, if you have any dignity at all, you put the ring back in your pocket and leave, forever. You know who has no dignity?
A man who's head is literally a shelf.
With scrollwork on the front. And could someone please get this little fartknocker some Campho-Phenique, because the cold sore is back, and "bebs" aren't really keen on that shit.
Dear PA who had to dig a trench on the beach to make Brandon look taller than Kelly: We see you.
Donna's bear tee: awful, or so hideous it's awesome? Discuss in the comments! (Don't bother remarking on her back-of-a-bus hair. We're all set.)
Zero issue with their spying on its own, but couldn't they either 1) spy on someone less boring or 2) call their roommate spyee out on her cheaty bullshit?
tfw you forgot to put an antimacassar down before laying your pomaderrific noggin on your mom's sofa cushions for a performative freak-out.
Hey, TV: most people are capable of mulling life choices without visual aids. (Present company's suspect life choices excepted. hee.) Also, shut up, Kelly.
So, that's some good advice, huh Kel? ...Kel?
Which is obnoxious, but remember, her other choices are Daddyissues McDreamweaver, who really needs to FUCKING STAHP with that raise-shirt-scratch-belly blocking, like even a FUCKING BUTTONDOWN is hemming him in, maaaaan;
and Stinkface The Travel-Size Dildo.