The Adventures of Pete & Pete
I'd lived with my roommate about a month before raiding his
video collection, only to find that the box of tapes was all
the same show -- The Adventures of Pete & Pete. Seeing
as I was getting ready to pedal nowhere on a fake bike trip,
I was in no position to be picky. It was either watch child
actors or the wall.
If you haven't heard of it, Pete & Pete is a
children's show on Nickelodeon about two equally red-headed
brothers named Pete. For the purposes of this article, I will
refer to big, teenage Pete as "Clem" and little Pete as "Pip"
to avoid confusion.
Fifteen minutes into my first episode, I was hooked. Against
the backdrop of their faux-'50s neighborhood in Wellsville,
USA, Clem, Pip and Clem's best friend, Ellen, seek out the
true identity of neighborhood frozen treat vendor Mr. Tastee.
When Tastee drops his vacation pictures off at the photo developing
shop where Ellen works, they think they have it made. Instead,
they're shocked discover that not only does Tastee appear
at the Statue of Liberty and other tourist spots with his
plastic head on, but that he's always alone. Their young hearts
bleed -- Tastee has no friends!
The little details did it for me -- the shot of Pip in his
bathing suit with a large tattoo on his back; Artie, Pip's
personal superhero, warning "don't eat metal"; Clem and Pip
laying around and pondering stuff like "what if you could
get a (driver's) license now, but for six months you'd have
a trout head?"; and my all-time favorite moment, from an episode
about a ringing pay phone that terrorizes the town: Pip is
startled by a man carrying a toy bazooka and wearing a large,
transparent plastic bubble over his head. "Don't worry," the
man says. "I'm a psychatrist."
It was only after watching a couple of episodes that the humor
started to get tedious. Practically every episode, for example,
finds some reason to not only mention the metal plate in Mom's
head, but to put it to use (broadcasting radio signals, reflecting
automated garage door signals, etc). The weirdness comes off
as overly self-conscious, calculated in a way similar to that
of, say, Gen X beverages. From the celebrity cameos (Buster
Poindexter, Michael Stipe, Kate Pierson, LL Cool J) to the
indie-rock background music (Magnetic Fields, Nice, Chug and
others), there's something uncomfortably hip about the show.
There's even an episode where Pip forms a math-rock band (his
algebra teacher, Syd Straw, plays bass) called Blowholes.
His guitar is made by Kreb's, Wellsville's house brand, which
I can only assume is named after the bongo-beatin' beatnik
in Dobie Gillis.
In a sense, Pete & Pete is a kid's show for the
Nick at Nite set, those who are as familiar with the white-picket-fence
cardboard families of the `50s as their "surreal" counterparts
in so many David Lynch works. Much of the humor probably goes
over the little one's heads, no more noticeable than the band
performing in the opening credits. It makes everyone over
12 feel like they're in on a big inside joke.
But then, come to think of it, who cares whether that band
is Polaris (former members of Miracle Legion) or a mediocre,
`80s-inspired hair band? I didn't "get" half the stuff in
Mad magazine or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
when I first saw them but was still a fan.
Ok, so maybe I'm paronoid but it seems like, with Pete
& Pete, Nickelodeon is going after that alternative
to alternative demographics, the CULT FOLLOWING. And maybe
it's just me but -- given the popularity of retro kiddie-wear,
twee pop, Hello Kitty, etc. with people my age -- the idea
that someone would market to twenty-five year olds via a kid's
show is a bit much to stomach. So what I want to know is:
where are the product endorsements? All we get are Krebs products
and lookalikes such as Fig Noolies with "twice the sugar of
regular cookies." And where's the Pete & Pete merchandise?
I checked a couple of New York's so-called grocery stores
for the Kellogg's Frosted Mini-Wheats box with the Pete
& Pete tape offer (three songs by Polaris!) to no
avail, so I'll leave this one for someone in Jersey to figure
out.
-- Carrie McLaren
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