Picks and Pans Review: Hawaiian Heat
updated 09/17/1984 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 09/17/1984 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Premiere: Friday, Sept. 14, 9 p.m. ET
Here's an amazing case of network restraint: In the two-hour premiere of a new cop show set in Hawaii, they wait almost an hour before getting into heavy bikini scenery. Heat is a show of surprising quality with a wry Rockford Files feel to it. The premiere begins in frozen Chicago with a cop, Robert (The Exterminator) Ginty, saying: "It was fur jockstrap weather." Not a good omen. But the story moves along: Ginty and his partner, Jeff McCracken, lose out on promotions, so Ginty kidnaps McCracken and takes him to Hawaii, where they happen across a drug murder, solve it and join the force as detectives. Standard-sounding fare, sure. But Heat adds some nice twists: To tell about them would ruin the suspense. And a nice thing that is, suspense in an action show. Too many of them hit you over the head with two-by-four plots, as if you're too stupid to figure out that the good guys will win. In Heat you're made to think twice to figure out who the good guys are. The actors, especially Ginty, are likable. The scenery is magnificent—it shows a side of Hawaii tourists don't see. And, yeah, there are bikinis, impressive ones at that. But at least the women wearing them in Hawaiian Heat are smart too.