What I watched: The twenty-first episode of The Life of Riley, an early sitcom. The episode starred Jackie Gleason, Rosemary DeCamp, Gloria Winters, Sid Tomack and Lanny Rees. It was directed by Herbert I. Leeds, and written by Irving Breecher, Reuben Shipp, and Alan Lipscott. “Home Sweet Home” aired on NBC at 9:30 PM on Tuesday, February 21, 1950, is available to watch on the Internet Archive.
What happened: Riley puts up a plaque with the episode title on the wall, which Peg thinks is a corny decoration. Riley hammers a hole in the plaster while trying to put it up, so now they have to hang it up to cover the hole. This prompts Peg to say that she wishes they could move, which her husband also disagrees with. There’s a decent gag where Riley hides the shards of plaster in a vase.
There are police sirens, and it turns out that Junior is in the back of the cop car. (I guess they just turned the sirens on for fun.) The cop says that he was shooting at girls in the park with a peashooter, which must have been the 1950 equivalent of a school shooting. He says that his father taught him to do it, and Riley demonstrates this by blowing into the peashooter and breaking the vase. Yep, I’m going to have to dip back into Freud.
Babs also comes home, with good news: her photo is in the school paper. But it’s because she’s in the chorus line of the musical, and Riley freaks out about the skimpy outfits. Phew, for a second I thought we would leave one family sitcom trope unused. When Riley and Gillis come home after bowling the next day, Babs is practicing in her outfit, and Riley practically blinds his friend trying to stop him from getting horny for his daughter.
Junior is playing with a water pistol, yelling stuff like he’s a six-year-old, which causes his father further consternation. Gillis blames all of these “problems” on Riley and his failure to make his house a home like a picture in a magazine. He resolves to force his kids to enjoy their home life. This involves sitting everyone down in front of the fireplace and forcing them to smile. Predictably, this doesn’t go well, and the fire ends up filling the house with smoke.
After escaping this deadly situation, Peg returns and decides that Riley was right, and they should spend the night at home. She explains that Riley didn’t have much of a home life growing up, so he wants to cherish it now. He comes in and orders them all not to leave tonight, which is meant to be humorous I suppose. But he promptly falls asleep in the recliner, and everyone else goes out to the movies anyway. We end on this heartwarming moment of family togetherness.
What I thought: This episode is mostly a mess, beginning by making good two-shoes Babs and Junior into juvenile delinquents for five minutes before promptly forgetting about it and going into an ill-defined conflict about staying home for the evening. It seems like a week where the writers really didn’t have an idea and decided to go with a theme they couldn’t really articulate. However, there was one moment that kind of piqued my interest, for reasons probably different from those intended by the show.
The major set-piece in this episode consists of Riley trying to rearrange his family to meet the image of a domestic idyll he finds in a magazine. Such images did fill American periodicals at the time, most notably Norman Rockwell’s covers for the Saturday Evening Post. The scene acts to expose the absurdity of these blissful images: everyone is supposed to be smiling, although they aren’t really doing anything worth smiling about, nor do they seem to have any particular purpose other than being happy. This works all right, as far as it goes.
The funny thing is that Life of Riley aired in the late 1940s and early 1950s, the precise era where this conformist ideal was supposed to be dominant in culture, particularly on television. Indeed, the family in the series meets most of the requirements of the idealized sitcom family that would later be parodied: the beatific wife, the well-behaved teenagers who say “golly” and “jeepers”, and the suburban home. If the series was more well-known, it’d probably be mentioned alongside The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriett and Leave it to Beaver as portrayals of squeaky-clean domesticity.
And yet here, very early in the conformist 1950s, we can already see these conventions being mocked and subverted. The Rileys are funny and relatable, it is suggested, because they fail to live up to these idealized images, even if three-quarters of them come pretty close. This scene suggests that the audience of these portrayals knew exactly what they were seeing — only stupid Riley thinks that this bliss is something a family should actually expect from themselves.
The thing is that seemingly every sitcom family is marketed this way — as the family that fails to live up to the norm, that is funny because they are dysfunctional. I remember seeing early promos for Malcolm in the Middle that marketed its characters as “The Simpsons‘ crazy next-door neighbours” — even though the Simpsons themselves were meant to be a dysfunctional parody of sitcom families. It’s an endless chain of alleged subversion, with each link assuring itself and its audience that it is not like the last one.
Real families behave in the same way. Just about every family I know talks and jokes about themselves as unconventional and nonconforming to typical images of the family. Everyone believes that their family is uniquely fun-loving, uniquely crazy — or, for those with a dimmer view of their relations, uniquely stifling or uniquely abusive. If there is a family that believes themselves to be average and unexceptional, then they are very strange indeed.
And yet despite this, there is such a thing as social expectation and social pressure, and it’s something which causes people a good deal of stress and agony, as well as compelling a lot of behaviour. This moment in an otherwise forgettable sitcom episode is perhaps a reminder of how frequent, and how limited, irony and humour is as a response to such pressures. Even if we don’t believe in the ideal family, we nonetheless feel as if they are somewhere out there, judging us.
Coming up next: Another adventure of the Lone Ranger, who never has to worry about family. Except for his shitty nephew.
-“What fun can you get from putting a silly thing like this in your mouth and blowing…”)