It’s a good thing laying in bed with 4 girlfriends to watch Troop Beverly Hills was on my to-do list Sunday otherwise I might have felt a teensy bit unproductive. I was aghast, literally appalled that up until that very moment, I’d been walking around completely oblivious to the fact that I’ve never seen the greatest film ever made.

The wildly inappropriate sexual innuendos that were acceptable in PG movies back in the olden days, numerous musical montages, non-stop smoking and drinking in the presence of minors were all really, just frosting on the cookies. The costume design is, no joke, what’s been keeping me up at night; it was outrageous, inspired and truly impeccable. Harem pants, Louis Vuitton notebooks, white-leather pantsuits, foot long shoulder pads, killer ray bans, piles of tulle, feathers, a hat for every occasion, fur, fur, FUR and what can only be described as zebra-print pants with a full length sheer attached skirt that I may die if I don’t someday possess.

Never did I imagine I’d be literally beside myself with excitement to channel Shelley Long, but sometimes inspiration can be a jerk like that, always making you eat your words.

Here’s my take on modernizing what shall now be know as The Greatest Movie of our Time, featuring generous amounts of Rag & Bone and Giles & Brother:

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