A Very Brady Sequel

The Brady Sequel gets a lot raunchier, too, with a major subplot about Greg and Marcia's seemingly inappropriate budding love affair, and plenty of innuendo outside of that. The primary plot concerns a stolen artifact, which just so happens to be residing in the Brady residence. When Carol's first husband Roy (Tim Matheson), presumed dead, shows up looking for it, havoc breaks loose. Turns out he's a thief and will do anything to get it; along the way he fiddles with that old-fashioned Brady do-gooder spirit, telling Peter he has to "lie, cheat, steal, or kill" in order to make it in "the big house."

Too bad then that the humor level is way way below the original. Are the gags tapped out, or have we just had one musical number too many? It's a bit of both, though the film is not helped by a hopelessly dated script that has already faded into utter obscurity and irrelevance. Case in point: Who remembers the hubbub over Zsa Zsa Gabor slapping a policeman? Who remembers Zsa Zsa Gabor at all?

It's got its moments, for sure, but they are unfortunately few and far between.

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