Not the worst high-gloss melodramatic miniseries ever, but nothing to write home about, either. The most memorable thing about this multi-generational tale of romantic and business intrigue is the skunk stripe in Valerie Bertinelli's hair. Perry King makes a hammy villain, Valerie B. is too lightweight for her role, and Francesca Annis does little with a rare role on this side of the pond. There are too many people to keep straight at times, too. All told, an okay way to kill time if you have nothing better to do.
Review of I'll Take Manhattan
