Much to my surprise, I found 90210 to be a satisfactory guilty pleasure, a sun-soaked diversion that's a great alternative for when you want to zone out after a long day at work or school.
Surely the teenage girls at whom this show is aimed want a fantasy of their own, and not some act-of-desperation rehash of another era's hit? CW is about to find out.
The new 90210 was exactly what nobody expected it would be: remarkably faithful in tone and spirit to the original adventures of Brandon, Brenda, Scott Scanlon and company.
Lacking Gossip Girl's unrepentant edge or The OC's big heart, the new 90210's only chance for a long life is if it divests itself of all the skinny teens and concentrates on the second childhood of the class of 91.
