Rustifer
Senior HTF Member
Episode Commentary
The Brady Bunch
"Tell It Like It Is" (S2E24)
It's a little known fact that when Forrest Gump said "Stupid is as stupid does", he was referring to this series. True fact. Or at least that's what I heard.
Mike is wandering through the house in the middle of the night searching for wifey Carol. Since we know sex has not yet been invented in the Brady household, he must have been looking for her for less carnal reasons. He finds Carol holed up in the den writing, possibly the first draft of "Hot Pants on Bicycle Seats". No such luck. It's an article for magazine Tomorrow's Woman, circulation 73. She submits the manuscript--a real snoozer about the family--and it's promptly returned with a rejection slip as being "too negative".
Mike tries to cheer her up with photos of guys he's met in sketchy bars, but it doesn't work. The editor further explains that Carol needs to make her article more positive rather than accounts of misplaced underwear, boys who mysteriously take showers longer than necessary and dealing with a cook who can't seem to prepare pressed duck correctly. So Carol rewrites a positively sunny account of the Brady bunch. The editor approves the changes and arranges for a tea at her house so that the publicity team can meet Carol and the family. On the appointed day, the team shows up only to find Carol still in curlers and a robe, and the kids bitching at one another like disgruntled politicians.
Carol reads mike one of the racier passages; the girls try some shots of vodka; Mrs. Brady displays some haute couture
The team decides her story doesn't remotely reflect her toadstool of a family. But not to worry. The editor goes ahead and publishes the article anyway. Rumor has it that she gave him a peek under her robe.
Notes:
When I was in advertising years ago, I was the senior art director on a photo shoot that was to portray Florence Henderson in her very modest childhood home in a small town in Southern Indiana. The house had long since been demolished, so an advance team found a suitable replacement in a remote area near the same town. Given instructions on where to find the house, I was in charge of driving Florence to the site. After hours of going around in circles unable to find the place, Ms. Henderson finally turned to me and said "You don't know where the f*ck you're going, do you?"
My young production assistant gasped out loud "Mrs. Brady!!!"
The Brady Bunch
"Tell It Like It Is" (S2E24)
It's a little known fact that when Forrest Gump said "Stupid is as stupid does", he was referring to this series. True fact. Or at least that's what I heard.
Mike is wandering through the house in the middle of the night searching for wifey Carol. Since we know sex has not yet been invented in the Brady household, he must have been looking for her for less carnal reasons. He finds Carol holed up in the den writing, possibly the first draft of "Hot Pants on Bicycle Seats". No such luck. It's an article for magazine Tomorrow's Woman, circulation 73. She submits the manuscript--a real snoozer about the family--and it's promptly returned with a rejection slip as being "too negative".
Mike tries to cheer her up with photos of guys he's met in sketchy bars, but it doesn't work. The editor further explains that Carol needs to make her article more positive rather than accounts of misplaced underwear, boys who mysteriously take showers longer than necessary and dealing with a cook who can't seem to prepare pressed duck correctly. So Carol rewrites a positively sunny account of the Brady bunch. The editor approves the changes and arranges for a tea at her house so that the publicity team can meet Carol and the family. On the appointed day, the team shows up only to find Carol still in curlers and a robe, and the kids bitching at one another like disgruntled politicians.
Carol reads mike one of the racier passages; the girls try some shots of vodka; Mrs. Brady displays some haute couture
The team decides her story doesn't remotely reflect her toadstool of a family. But not to worry. The editor goes ahead and publishes the article anyway. Rumor has it that she gave him a peek under her robe.
Notes:
When I was in advertising years ago, I was the senior art director on a photo shoot that was to portray Florence Henderson in her very modest childhood home in a small town in Southern Indiana. The house had long since been demolished, so an advance team found a suitable replacement in a remote area near the same town. Given instructions on where to find the house, I was in charge of driving Florence to the site. After hours of going around in circles unable to find the place, Ms. Henderson finally turned to me and said "You don't know where the f*ck you're going, do you?"
My young production assistant gasped out loud "Mrs. Brady!!!"
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