Article from France
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   It is Balki in "Larry et Balki"
Bronson Pinchot: He is Surrounded by Extraordinary Women!

(Many thanks to Cousin Nightime59 who provided us with
a translation of this article which you will find below!)


Balki, one of the two protagonists of, "Larry and Balki", is an odd figure!  "When he sees a pretty girl, and he wants to approach her," . . . his interpreter, Bronson, explains . . . "he will throw himself at her feet and exclaim, I (venerate) worship the nail polish on your toes, Oh Goddess!  The basic (principle) rule to understanding Balki, is to realize that he sees the world as a four year old child.  With complete innocence."

Saying this, Bronson Pinchot himself does not seem to realize that by way of his famous character people often assume that he himself (or his personality) is the same as Balki (or that HE really is Balki.)  So I especially need to be wary of any misconception about Bronson Pinchot, who turned 31 this past May 20th.  The show Larry and Balki, is about (which the ladies do not think in general is unpleasant) an emigrant arriving in America direct from his homeland; which has miraculously been abandoned by civilization.  His homeland (is symbolic of Greece) has a lot of similarities to Greece. 

Bronson Pinchot, however, is an American, born in New York city . . . a beacon of technological civilization, but he indeed speaks Greek.  More precisely "ancient Greek", that of the big tragedies of Sophocles and the philosophical writings of Plato.  He also has original (genuine) manuscripts of the 19th century writers: Charles Dickens and Oscar Wilde, as well as one in French by Victor Hugo.

He is a big collector of antiques, and he has a collection of precious (rare) Swedish pieces of furniture from the 19th century.

Culture and refinement in all its splendour?  Yes, but he lacks a bolt someplace between both ears, his co-star in Larry and Balki, Mark Linn-Baker says.  "That is why I love him, but it is also why I sometimes want to choke him."

Bronson Pinchot himself, both talkative and incorrigible, explains, "I simply cannot control myself.  Something arrives right about here," (he points to his Adams apple) "and before I realize it, it has already come out.  I do not know why."

The most difficult thing to believe, is that this man, worse: this actor, is completely and wholeheartedly sincere.

But the evidence ends up being obvious . . . Bronson Pinchot resembles Balki in that he sometimes seems as innocent as a four year old child or a Martian just newly arrived here on earth.

Bronson Pinchot and Balki: He tells how he came up with name for his television character.  "When she was nine years old my little sister arbitrarily decided that we could no longer call a balcony by the name balcony . . . she invented the word Balki.

The Love of a Mother

His father, of Russian descent, emigrated to France before becoming an American citizen.  He was a book binder by trade.  But this is of little importance in his life.  I do not know enough about that (him).  I do not like him (the coward), says Bronson Pinchot with a chilly coldness that most people would attempt to conceal.  He remembers only having seen his father once in many many years.

He was too young to remember when his father left his Italian wife and their four children.

My mother, Fortunata, at that time did not even know how to write a check.  She was a very cultivated person but lacking practical sense completely.  Nevertheless, with an unbelievable will, she decided to (transform) change what would have been Hell for her children, into a marvelous childhood.  She worked as a cleaner, then as a typist.

"Me, I was unbearable . . . first in my class at school," he says in a tone (of voice) of someone who does not consider even for a moment that this (was) could be taken for a (virtue) good thing.  "I got good grades.  But not when it came to attending class.  I missed a lot.  Finally I preferred being alone, studying at home.  And my mom completely agreed.  I remember once when I was 15 and I had to stay up all night to complete a drawing . . . (Bronson Pinchot began the academy of fine arts before discovering the theatre, starting studies more in touch with this new passion and went on to graduate with honors) . . . Around midnight I made some coffee and got ready for the night, so I could stay awake, because I knew I had to finish the drawing (assignment).  She (his mom) stayed awake with me and said, 'I want you to listen to something.'  And all night she kept me company, reading to me aloud from Oscar Wilde."

Now, however, it seems chance does not seem to have allowed Bronson Pinchot to meet many extraordinary women.  "When I lived in New York, my relationships lasted on average about one year.  Since I moved back to California, the average has dropped to about four weeks . . . but it's not very scientific to compile statistics on such a small number of experiments.  I had one that lasted eight months, with a soap opera actress he will not name.

"This was the greatest tragedy of my adult life.  (One day) I found on my windshield an envelope containing the engagement ring I had given her and a small note that said, 'I would like my hair dryer back.'"

He added with a smile tinged with melancholy.  "She will be mad (with rage), when she finds out that I told you this . . . but she deserves it."