Picks and Pans Review: Morningstar/eveningstar
updated 03/24/1986 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 03/24/1986 AT 01:00 AM EST
Blech. Yech. Gag. Arrrgh. Words escape me, words adequate to describe this colossal collection of clichés, this monstrosity of manipulation, this pile of pap. The plot of Earl (The Waltons) Hamner and Fred (of Super-train fame) Silverman's new series is simple enough: An orphanage burns down and the kids move into an old folks' home. Touching scenes ensue. You meet a little orphan who hasn't talked since he begged his mommy not to die; she didn't listen. Then you meet a gruff old lady whose beloved pooch is taken away by nasty dogcatchers; she becomes so lonely she wants to die. But then the speechless kid gives the dog lady his teddy bear and speaks his first words: "I love you." This show ought to have an awwww-track. The old people—including Mason (Lou Grant) Adams, Scatman Crothers, Kate Reid and Sylvia Sidney—are pathetic caricatures: spinsters nipping sherry, geezers nodding off. The kids get no better treatment; neither do the by-the-book bureaucrats, the dog-catchers or the young social workers in love who run the two homes. Clichés all. "Man," says one of the disgusted kids, "we've ended up in the waxworks." May they melt quickly.