A quote from the golden girls to describe another's attempt at a song seemed perfect to use for this messy TV movie about a family in distress over the affair that the seemingly perfect husband and father William Russ is having. Finding him with another woman, wife Mary McDonnell goes down the tubes as being a wife and mother living behind the perfect white picket fence is all she seems to offer, and her breakdown is supposed to get her automatic sympathy without really getting to know her.
This messy soap opera is ten times worse than the most awful plots I've seen on daytime, and the idea of spending 90 minutes with these people seemed interminable. Made for network TV, it's closer to Lifetime where the audience is at least forewarned metaphorically that what they're about to see presents women as perfect and men as irredeemably flawed, yet I had no sympathy for anyone. Once in a lifetime is more than enough for this weepy manipulative drama that Ross Hunter in the 50's would have had burnt. Even Tippi Hedren as McConnell's vivacious mother can't save this.
This messy soap opera is ten times worse than the most awful plots I've seen on daytime, and the idea of spending 90 minutes with these people seemed interminable. Made for network TV, it's closer to Lifetime where the audience is at least forewarned metaphorically that what they're about to see presents women as perfect and men as irredeemably flawed, yet I had no sympathy for anyone. Once in a lifetime is more than enough for this weepy manipulative drama that Ross Hunter in the 50's would have had burnt. Even Tippi Hedren as McConnell's vivacious mother can't save this.