9 October 2013 | maiahaines
OK but not campy enough for all the cheap melodrama to really shine!
Jaclyn Smith was NOT the "Queen of the Miniseries." That title went to Jane Seymour - a far, far better actress and TV screen presence.
I've never read Sheldon's book, nor do I intend to. Honestly, I can't get through them, even as pulp. But on gray rainy winter afternoons, stuck in bed with a bad cold, these absurd and excessive 80s TV movies work wonderfully. As always, Jaclyn Smith is a bit wooden, her eyes a bit glassy and her doll-like prettiness even off-putting when she's supposed to be tough and, in the words of her JKFesque lovelorn Senator, an 'original.' But the guys (everyone else, other than the crazy jealous wife) mostly make up for that, in credible ways.