About the only real pleasures to be had from this too typical tv drama are the faux Euro scenery (where did they shoot that?) and the way the luscious Joanna Cassidy fills her clothes. Too bad she doesn't get out of them a little more, that might have given this would-be romantic drama/soap opera a bit of juice. As it is, you'll have to accept Tracy Nelson's attempts to lose her virginity with non-English speaking Italo-stud, Linda Purl's attempts to get it on with a stiff pseudo-Springsteen stand-in and the always welcome Joanna Cassidy's attempts to re-connect w/old flame Barry Bostwick. If only it played as good as it reads...
