A Very Brady Sequel
The Movie Screen, we have learned, is a microscope upon which we view the
best of the larger world of television.
You refute this claim? Damn you to Hell.
TV has given us the best in movie entertainment, from Mission: Impossible to The Fugitive to Car 54, Where Are You? And now it has spawned another, A Very Brady Sequel.
You've seen The Brady Bunch. You know The Brady Bunch. Everyone and their
mother has sat through twenty-six straight hours of The Brady Bunch.
I have never seen an episode all the way through.
But you know what? I liked the movie anyway.
I didn't even see the first Brady Bunch movie until it hit video, but this
one I saw in the theater. And I laughed my ass off. No really, my ass came
off, and I had to bend down and reattach it with some gum I found under the
The great thing about this whole Brady Movie Franchise is you just know it
all started with a couple of execs getting really, really high.
"OK, take the damn Brady's but stick 'em in the 90's. No, I mean it!
Really! Hey, quit hogging the bong!"
From such humble beginnings are created masterpieces. And while this might
not be a masterpiece, it is damn funny, stoned or otherwise.
OK, so this time, those wacky Brady's get visited by a guy who claims to be
Carol Brady's first husband, the supposedly dead archeologist. But he really
just wants an old horse statue worth 20 million bucks and rotting away in
their living room.
OK, it's not much, but listen to the sub-plots.
Jan goes psycho with an imaginary boyfriend. I mean really psycho.
Peter (the middle one, if I got the names right) is starting work at dad's
architect firm, and he wants to be an adventurer.
The two little ones play with an old detective kit and snoop about the house
looking for little Cindy's doll.
The elder Bradys spend the entire movie making the most wonderful sexual
innuendo you ever did hear. "I know where he can find MY fingerprints."
And of course, Greg and Marsha fall in love.
Man that's funny.
Basically, I started laughing in the opening credits and didn't really stop
until it was over. Sure some of the Jan stuff is painful humor, I mean they
really make her deranged, but I took it like a man and glowed in her effort.
About the effort. The cast is the same as last time, and they're terrific.
They parody the Bradys like no other could. Every inflection, every nuance.
Every snicker and mood. Perfection.
Because that's what makes this different from another TV movie spin-off.
This one is a parody of the show. Come on, that show was a sick and twisted
joy, created on a sound stage and never holding any believability anywhere
else. So instead of glorifying it, the makers of the movie have parodied it.
And it is as glorious a tribute as you could ever hope for.
Were there bits I didn't get because I hadn't watched the show? Yep. But
not that many, and rest of the humor was right there for me to soak up with
the proverbial sponge that is my kidney. And soak I did.
Make no mistake, this is a dumb movie. You will laugh, but you will probably
not use your brain. Some of the gags are in the open, and you see them
coming. But it's still darned funny.
They also decide to tie just about every 60's TV show together into one world
that they can. And at least one 90's show that I can think of, a bit with
Richard Belzer on Homicide which is sheer brilliance.
So go see this movie. It is funny, it is silly, it is very mocking of our
nation's 70's disease. It's retro to the max. (I heard that on MTV, you
I'm giving A Very Brady Sequel 4 Babylons. The best comedy I've seen
since... well since the last good comedy I saw earlier this summer.
Special kudos go to Tim Matheson who got to say the immortal
line, "I'm tripping with the Bradys."
That's cool. You can retire now.
Note from the Chef:
You need to eat more, you're getting too thin.