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I love Riverdale, and I just can’t help myself.
I questioned the sanity of this series the entire time it was in development, then I watched season 1 and loved it. Due to time constraints, I hadn’t gotten to season 2 until I watched Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Immersed back into this world of writing, I dove into Riverdale season 2.
This show is so absurd, and that’s why I love it.
You have characters delivering names like “Sweet Pea” with all the pathos of a serious drama. No one blinks an eye at Jughead being a name. That a town like Riverdale not only has a biker gang, it has two gangs and they have an all-out war. And while the Southside Serpents is a perfectly acceptable name for a biker gang, the other gang is called The Ghoulies.
I mean… come on.
And then you have Cheryl Blossom. Played by Madelaine Petsch, she is a character you go back forth from wanting to drive over with a truck to you don’t want to imagine a world without her. When Midge is killed in season 2, she organizes the fellow River Vixens cheerleaders to not only attend the funeral, but in mourning uniforms with black pom poms.
I have so many questions after that one scene.
When confronted later in the season by the masked killer she escapes out a window pops back up with her bow and arrow quiver… and somehow had time to put on her hunting cloak as well? And then fully acknowledges she stopped to put the cloak on as if it was the only logical thing to do.
This show walks such a fine line between overwrought teen drama, bizarre mystery series, and parody that you just have to watch it in slight amazement.
Seasons 1 and 2 are currently on Netflix, and I just have to recommend them. It’s almost like watching absurdist humor.
And if someone ever wants to explain why those black cheerleading uniforms were on hand…