I never watched The Brady Bunch, but Cousin Oliver could never have been as bad as this twerp:
Seven Wanker on Married … with Children is a close second.
I could totally get behind this. Maybe even a graphic novel?
They did that. It was called Lost.
No thanks.
Lost was nothing like a GI redux.
In a redux, Gilligan wouldn’t last 13 episodes.
As I said, I could get behind that re-make… better yet, make it a horror flick in the flavor of Ten Little Indians.
Referring to Ricky Segal on The Partridge Family.
And yes, Ricky made Oliver look Emmy-worthy. At least, Oliver contributed, however cringeworthily, to the plot of the episodes he was in, he had lines and he spoke them, and he was basically a member of the family.
Ricky was only part of the plot in a single episode; in the others that he appeared in, he was trotted out near the end of the show to sing a song. In the kind of voice only a five-year-old has when he can’t figure out the difference between singing and shouting. I fully expected the dogs in the neighbourhood to start barking when they heard it. He contributed nothing to most episodes, in other words. At least, the producers tried to have Oliver portrayed as a part of the Brady family.
Mom and dad could leave us at home for several hours, parked in front of the TV, secure in the knowledge that we would be fed and entertained and (probably) not burn the house down or initiate any sort of police response. Usually.