Recently re-visited: teen-focused supernatural horror movie Mirror, Mirror (1990).
If you’re roughly my age (Gen X), you probably have a vague recollection of catching this one on cable TV. When sulky, sensitive goth misfit Megan (Rainbow Harvest) and her mother Susan (Karen Black) relocate from Los Angeles to the suburbs, the mean girls at her new high school take an immediate dislike to her. (“Doesn’t she know punk is over?” one classmate sneers). But Megan’s new house comes with a demonic cursed mirror in her bedroom, which soon comes in handy …
Like so many horror movies, Mirror, Mirror is indebted to Carrie (1976). (When the jock boyfriend of one of Megan’s tormentors asks, “What have you got against her?”, she snaps, “Lighten up! It’s just a joke. It’s not like we’re going to throw pig’s blood on her or anything!”). The fact that Mirror, Mirror was directed by a woman (Marina Sargenti) with a largely female cast and crew opens it up to feminist analysis. It boasts a fun supporting cast, including William Sanderson (who I always associate with Blade Runner) as Susan’s boyfriend and Yvonne De Carlo (Lily Munster herself!) as an antique shop proprietress. (De Carlo fully embraces this un-glamorous character part: in a moment worthy of Shelley Winters, we see her slurping take-away Chinese food and picking her teeth in close-up). Black’s eye-crossing, wig-wearing performance as the neurotic Susan anticipates Jennifer Coolidge. (Imagine Coolidge in White Lotus spluttering "That mirror is trying to kill me!"). There’s a fun twist ending.
And the luminous Rainbow Harvest - painstakingly styled to evoke Winona Ryder as Lydia Deetz in Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice two years earlier - makes a compelling black leather-jacketed anti-heroine (and I deliberately say “anti-heroine”: part of what makes Mirror, Mirror interesting is that Megan becomes more complicated and less sympathetic as the film progresses). It’s a shame Harvest didn’t have a bigger career after this. Watch for a moment of foreshadowing when Black discards a cigarette butt in the kitchen garbage disposal – an omen for something horrific that happens later! Maybe it’s just me, but I yearned for a moment of Megan cranking up her ghetto blaster or Sony Walkman to find out what music she listens to. And there are no posters on her bedroom wall to indicate the bands she likes! What’s she into? The Cure? Siouxsie and the Banshees? Sisters of Mercy? Considering this was 1990 and she’s a California girl, maybe Jane’s Addiction? I demand to know!
Mirror, Mirror is easy to find streaming for free (I watched it on Prime. I bet it's on Tubi too).
The fabulous screencaps of Rainbow Harvest in Mirror, Mirror are via.
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