So I’m going to yammer about the new Nancy Drew show again. It’s good, so good, and more people should watch it. I wish I could watch it with you, in fact. All curled up on the couch late at night getting the pants scared off me by by the various and sundry paranormal beings that populate almost every square inch of whatever the name of the town Nancy lives in is. I think it’s Horseshoe Bay. Imma call it Corpseshoe Bay. Because it is littered with corpses and supernatural entities but it still has a real quaint kind of charm. Like, all of the shops there are probably spelled shoppe but also the shoppe is owned by a ghost but nobody know that the shoppe keep is a ghost until they find a clue about it in a hidden compartment underneath an abandoned orphanage and then Nancy demands that said paranormal proprietor helps her and the crew solve a clue. That’s the kind of town it is. I’ve been wanting to go to New England lately and I think it’s entirely because this show combines weird folklore, and spooky things with beautiful scenery. I know, it’s silly, but I’ve still been thinking about it.
Another thing I love is how the source of so many of the paranormal mysteries they solve turn out to be that institutionalized misogyny is a machine that turned any number of women into monsters and robbed them of their humanity and really all of the assholes in town are the villains. Take, for instance, the Aglaeca.
She’s a hella powerful sea witch that the crew summons to politely request the bones of a tragically dead teenager who keeps showing up and crawling around on Nancy’s ceiling and what have you. They do themselves a little researchin’ and find out that the Aglaeca used to be a really smart, very rich, queer lady from France that the town founders murdered and robbed and threw in the ocean and that’s why she’s so pissed.
Nancy even takes the time to berate this self important history guy who writes the Aglaeca off as unimportant to history. She’s like, “Sure, sure, the Aglaeca is trying to kill me and my friends because we tried to do take backsies on a clearly no take backsies blood oath but that on us. Before she was a monster she was a super cool badass and the town founders have her blood on their hands. Screw off, Captain Tweed Coat. I gotta go talk to a ghost about a cipher hidden in a hymnal.”
That’s the girl detective we’re dealing with here. She’s smart and prickly and she has no time for anyone’s bullshit. She’s on a mission. Always. A mission for THE TRUTH. And it’s fun to watch her and her friends be far more complicated than the books would ever allow. The stories are tight and things like Dybbuk boxes (Jewish Folklore!) show up and are casually used to try and capture angry spirits. Oh, and the Bobbsey Twins showed up in the first episode. In this Corpseshoe bay they are not rosy cheeked blond children. They’re grown up Southeast Asian con artists with nerves of steel. It’s really fun.
For the record, I have nothing against rosy cheeked blonds. Back when I was little I myself had curly blonde, blonde hair. I have no idea what happened with my hair. Maybe Nancy and the crew can come down here and solve the mystery of my never settling hair and eye color. I don’t think there are any ghosts around here but I do have some serious cosmic shit happening. Or maybe my next door neighbor is actually the shade of a long dead cowgirl who watches over the land. That would be a real hoot to find out. Anyway. Nancy Drew. It’s good and it’s smart and you should watch it. Trust me.