Even an extended cameo role by Barbara Eden cannot pull this turkey out of the fire. It is badly written, poorly directed, and the actors seem to be reading their lines from a teleprompter. The plot is loosely taken from Taming of the Shrew, rewritten into a long string of painfully caricaturish stereotypes, ranging from rich fat-cats to the iconic Beverly Hills lawn-mowing Hispanic gardener. Some of them were actually amusing in their laughable crudeness, especially the spell-casting witch of a mother in law. The leading lady is not convincingly Hispanic and rarely speaks any Spanish, although the rest of her supposed family seem genuine enough. Maybe she was adopted. I cannot say that the movie was excruciatingly awful, since I did manage to watch it through to the end, but I certainly don't recommend doing so. I have seen better quality of production in amateur theater.
