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- Nov. 04, 1991: The Bunch That Won't Die
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Nov. 04, 1991 The New Age of Alternative Medicine
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- TELEVISION, Page 88
- The Bunch That Won't Die
- </hdr><body>
- <p>The Bradys are back, in a campy stage tribute to one of the
- worst TV shows ever
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Zoglin--Reported by William Tynan/New York
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>Here's the story</l>
- <l>Of a lovely lady</l>
- <l>Who was bringing up</l>
- <l>Three very lovely girls...</l>
- </qt>
- <p> Ah, that familiar old TV theme. Or perhaps we should say,
- "Aaarggh, that cursed song again!" Just which reaction you have
- may define your place on the '90s generational spectrum. For the
- twenty-something crowd, the opening strains of The Brady Bunch--the early '70s sitcom about two single-parent families that
- merge into one wholesome household--recall a corny-but-lovable
- TV companion from childhood. For those with longer memories, it
- is a reminder of the insipid depths to which TV's family shows
- sank in the years between Leave It to Beaver and the Norman Lear
- revolution.
- </p>
- <p> The Brady clan--three boys, three girls, two parents
- (Florence Henderson and Robert Reed) and Alice, the wisecracking
- maid (Ann B. Davis)--has puttered along in reruns ever since
- the show's cancellation in 1974 after five seasons on ABC. Now
- it has re-emerged, on the stage, in a bizarre bit of media
- reversal called The Real Live Brady Bunch. Mounted by a Chicago
- alternative-theater troupe, the show is alarmingly simple in
- concept. Episodes of the old sitcom are merely re-enacted, scene
- for scene, line for line. (A new episode is performed every
- week; a game-show parody fills out the evening.)
- </p>
- <p> It's all here: the bouncy opening (with all the characters
- grinning at one another in a Hollywood Squares-style grid), the
- featherbrained plots (Marcia tries to juggle two dates for the
- same night, then gets bopped on the nose by a football), the
- inane dialogue ("I think your problem isn't a swollen nose,"
- says Dad to Marcia, "it's a bruised conscience"), the musical
- punctuation marks, even spurts of canned laughter. It is,
- depending on your point of view, either a tribute to a classic
- piece of TV kitsch or the End of Theater As We Know It.
- </p>
- <p> Whichever, it's the brainchild of Faith and Jill Soloway,
- sisters and members of Chicago's Metraform Theater, an
- underground group whose other theatrical pranks have included
- Coed Prison Sluts, The Miss Vagina Pageant and That Darned
- Antichrist. One afternoon last year an actor friend of theirs,
- Becky Thyre, was at Faith's home entertaining them with an
- impersonation of Marcia, the eldest Brady girl. A light bulb
- went off for the trio of self-described "Brady obsessors": Why
- not put an entire Brady episode onstage? "We discussed screwing
- with the story lines and updating them, making them not so
- innocent," says Faith, 27. "But we decided that just doing it
- straight would be enough."
- </p>
- <p> Quite enough. The Real Live Brady Bunch opened at
- Chicago's Annoyance Theater in June 1990 and ran for 14 months
- to packed houses. This fall it moved to New York City, where it
- is drawing enthusiastic crowds at that haven of hip, the Village
- Gate. The audience roars in recognition, laughs at all the dumb
- lines and sometimes shouts them out before the actors. "We hated
- the show then and we hate it now," said one recent visitor,
- "but it's very funny."
- </p>
- <p> The performers go at their task with deadpan aplomb, yet
- there are fine gradations of irony. Thyre does a wicked
- impersonation of Marcia, the button-nose teen queen. Melanie
- Hutsell, by contrast, is goofily off kilter as her sister Jan,
- a flower child waiting to blossom beneath her wire-rim glasses.
- Mari Weiss skewers an entire genre with her hilarious Alice--fist on hip, snapping off bad one-liners with brassy
- self-assurance. Except for a brief coda (the kids mime dope
- smoking and sex acts to the accompaniment of the Jefferson
- Airplane lyric "Go ask Alice..."), it's all played
- demonically straight. You gotta love it. Or loathe it.
- </p>
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