“Not another chick flick!” Time and time again I’ve heard the phrase uttered through the mouth of a friend, family member, stranger, you name it–but what exactly is a “chick flick?”
When most people think of a “chick flick,” several images cross their mind: the latest romantic comedy starring two dopey-eyed lovers, the classic Broadway musical featuring the hilarious theatrics of Streisand, or perhaps merely a movie with women in it.
In the first five minutes of the film, the throughlines of Cher’s wardrobe are established: bright or rich colors, plaids, and some variation on the four Fs: feathers, fuzz, fur, or frills, which all tend to highlight her fussy nature and princess-like attitude. (…)
Her entire wardrobe suddenly changes almost exclusively to romantic pinks and lavenders as she tries to make herself into a better person, a person worthy of Josh. There are no frills here, no ruffles or feathers, no plaids or thigh-highs, no bright or rich colors. Pastels—and especially pinks—are not just the colors of romance for Cher, they’re the colors of maturity and growth as well. (…)
This final bit of costuming illustrates why Clueless has had such long-lasting impact and has inspired fond memories for an entire generation of viewers. Clueless isn’t a film about vapid mean girls or trendy fashion or even about young women pinning all their hopes and self-esteem on finding love. It’s Cher Horowitz’s coming-of-age story, plain and simple.
“So okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I
don’t get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just
fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair -
ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we’re expected to
swoon? I don’t think so.”