I love the Bradys. I love playing Name That Episode. But I've recently started to question the endlessness of Bradymania. I've performed a self-intervention and decided I'm takin' it to the streets because America is a nation desperately unable to get over the death of a sitcom 30 years ago. We need to move on and obsessively reminisce over some other defunct show.
Life goes on.
This year, a whole new slew of Brady nostalgia came upon us. This May, every network seemed to think Brady nostalgia was their answer to this year's sweeps month. In this movie, Mr. Brady is portrayed as a loving father figure to the cast, but a tormented soul, unchallenged and uninspired by Sherwood's two-dimensional scripts. Sherwood and Son, on the other hand, are portrayed as bad, manipulative TV hacks who can't understand what the heck Brady has got his briefs in a jam about. Short of having him thrown off the set, the last episode, the hair tonic episode, is filmed without a Dad.