Picks and Pans Review: Windmills of the Gods
updated 02/08/1988 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/08/1988 AT 01:00 AM EST
I confess: Toward the end of Part I of this two-part mini, I fell asleep, into the deep, snoring slumber of a couch potato in hibernation. But I rectified my wrong—I rewound the tape and watched every minute I'd missed. Windmills cannot, however, make up for its sin. It is hellishly boring. It should come with a warning label: "Causes drowsiness. Do not watch while operating eyelids." Jaclyn Smith stars as a brilliant professor who becomes ambassador to Romania. My, what credible casting. With the help of her aide and partner in sexual tension, Robert Wagner, Smith takes on her post unaware that an evil, international conspiracy of right-and left-wing extremists plans to assassinate her and thereby put an end to détente. My, what credible plotting. The story, taken from Sydney Sheldon's novel, has all the suspense and sophistication of a seventh-grade student council election. Never, not even in real life, have politics and diplomacy looked so dull.