Archie is a tool. Jughead is the future.
Betty is real life. Veronica is caricature.
Luke Perry is still Luke Perry and I am here for it.
Anyway, that’s my assessment after binge watching Season 1 of Riverdale this week.
What I love about both Betty and Jughead is that they are complex, nuanced, constantly battling the light and dark within, and so so sweet.
What I don’t like about Archie is that he’s a GOOD GUY. He’s naive and self-absorbed and uncomplicated and just a dumbass. I don’t like that Veronica pulled a 180 on her formerly mean girl self without any kind of (shown) redemptive storyline. Just “I bullied this girl and she transferred and that made me feel bad but I still talk about my expensive clothes and live off bags of cash.” Oh so you’re just nice now? Mmhmm, ok.
I’ll tell you why Betty’s mom prefers the wrong side of the tracks boyfriend to the narcissist next door: because Jughead is a real person with real feelings and Archie is a … well, he’s just a 1960s comic book character who treats Betty like a minor character in his own drama.
Boys from the wrong side of the tracks know struggle and pain and heartache and loyalty. It’s those clean cut, charismatic, football playing, homecoming king winning dudebros you gotta look out for.