The Latest Beverly Hills, 90210 Visual Aids Are Going To Make You Want To Scream
The Visual Aids are college-bound! Some of the reasons people ended up where they did are even valid.
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Shannen Doherty remembers mid-stool-turn that she's not trying to stare down some hussy at the club, and manages a smile. Sort of.
Andrea's look is as mumsy as the star of a Swiffer commercial will be in a few years, and her hair and skin are the same colour...but she is glowing. Thanks, folic acid! (We will spoil eet!)
This shot is to show you how mean the costumers were, putting Gabrielle Carteris's butt in those shorts.
And this one is because shut up, Gil.
We're not sure how the camera could catch an angle this unflattering, but let's preserve it for history.
You should scream, Carteris. We would if we were you.
Kelly apparently did not learn a cool European secret for making your bangs look decent while you're growing them out.
I know you don't want to rob your actors of the chance to emote with their eyes but if you're going to deprive them of sunglasses maybe don't seat them so they're staring directly into the sun.
Tori Spelling can't even react with surprise to the news of Kelly and Dylan's breakup without immediately locking back into her squint LEST SHE GO BLIND.
Oh hi, Mr. Pitts! Looking forward to you grossing us out in a few episodes' time! Not really, though!
Please. Someone call cut on this mugging.
In a career of ugly shirts, this is definitely in the bottom five.
This beach house Steve's borrowing is so high-end, it comes with its own outdoor boom mic!
We're not sure where to start with this look on Brandon, or where to end. Okay: just the shoes should be thrown into the ocean.
If this is not an homage to Jeanie jumping out at Rooney in Ferris Bueller's Day Off...we might just pretend it is.
Ha ha, it's funny when men pretend they're about to punch women they just met and whose home they just trashed!
Okay, you're too old for this kind of simpering to be cute, Jill.
Or maybe we spoke too soon, judging by Brandon's sex eyes.
It's definitely not working on Celeste, though!
The only thing worse to wear on a beach than Brandon's high-top sneakers? Brenda's Docs.
Brandon is the best at everything, including slinging hash, which is how his jersey and his alone has been retired to the wall of this diner that's been open for decades and at which he worked for around two years.
Grandma's not sure about the "climate changing"!
Cindy can't. (And can't wait to get back to L.A.)
Quit being so thirsty, Lindsay. Minneapolis has a lot to recommend it! It has WAY more Dairy Queens than Los Angeles does!
Please enjoy some B-roll from the Coolidge Administration.
THEN please enjoy this weird beefcake poster of...cyclists?
"I hate you."
"I hate you more. Actually, I'm not sure anyone has ever hated anything more than you hate everything. But I do hate you a lot!"
And we think Dylan's poet blouse is très laid. Stay gone, pinko!