Princes of Malibu–More Spoiled Brats, Nothing New about That

Princes of Malibu–More Spoiled Brats, Nothing New about That by Roxanne McDonald

I was on my way out the door to visit friends I haven’t spent much time with since starting this writing enterprise, and a new reality TV show came on the Real TV channel. Once I described the premise to my buddies, they nodded and said, “Oh, yeah. Princes of Malibu.” What? So it’s not a new show, only new to me.

But I gotta say that in the same way Growing up Gotti is the car wreck you can’t look away from Princes of Malibu is appalling but engaging – too engaging. And I guess it was enough of an accident (to continue with the metaphor) that it was taken away – after only two episodes. However, if you want to get enraged at the injustice, at the imbalance of distribution (and waste) of riches in the states, you can catch the show on Fox Reality.

Award-winning musical genius David Foster is married to Linda Thompson, who brings to the union two grown sons from her first marriage to Bruce Jenner. The “boys”, Brody and Brandon, are 21 and 23. And they live off Foster’s riches.

They throw a 21st birthday party while Foster and Thompson are away, complete with booze and big name bands. But Foster and wife return early and are busted, of course. Foster is pissed, and, having started the discussion with his wife on their vacation that these guys are old enough to go out on their own, he plans to kick them out, teach them some responsibility, and get them to embrace the productive member of society persona that the rest of us have to suffer.

That is, while I am sitting here trying to figure out what to do with the last thirty dollars to my name (no stocks, no bonds, no backup bank account, yet), the boys are at a Malibu restaurant continuing their festivities. David has called the restaurant and cut off their free ride, so when the wait person approaches and tells Brandon and Brody they have been cut off and must pay the tab, they call out to their fellow revelers, “Okay, so who has 700 dollars to pay the bill?”

700 dollars! That pays my rent, cable, telephone, ISP, and electricity for a month,

with a few whole bucks (whoopie) left over for that luxury so many of us have come to depend on–food!

So I’m bitter. I’m not begrudging the rich their riches, but I am appalled that shiftless pretty boys get away with grandiose pool parties, laying about until three in the afternoon, and dinner engagements that would sustain many of us hard working folks for longer than an hour of fine dining.

They are getting away with it, despite Foster’s attempts, for groovy and soft mom is way too relaxed about the boys’ “discipline”. She tries to convince her hubby, for example, that many offspring live with their parents until they are in their thirties. To this Foster replies, “We’re not in China. We’re in Malibu.”

He confronts Brody and Brandon and tells them they need to get jobs. His voice – over narration describes how with so many years of college, the boys come up with a business plan … and the camera moves to buxom silicone sallies in bikinis holding up signs that read CAR WASH. Brandon and Brody hire thongs and boobs to wash the cars in the hood, on Foster’s property, and jamming traffic so that Papa cannot even get to his own meeting with the great Chaka Khan.

Thank god someone is working, for one step-son can’t do math and the other is so disrespectful and clueless that when the limo stuck in the line of clean car hopefuls opens a window and the seventies songstress announces she has a meeting with David Foster, the dink says, “Chaka who?”

Yeeuh. Brandon and Brody who?

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