Picks and Pans Review: Blue Skies
updated 06/27/1988 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 06/27/1988 AT 01:00 AM EDT
I suppose we should be grateful to CBS for trying to give us something new and fresh to watch in the summer. But it's hard to be grateful for this. Blue Skies is so aggressively wholesome, so unapologetically gooshy, so sweetsy at its soul that it makes Our House look like Marat/Sade or Punky Brewster seem like Deep Throat. Season Hubley plays a divorced New Yorker who falls in love with Tom (The Dukes of Hazzard) Wopat, a widower executive who leaves the big city to return to his small-town roots to buy a quaint old sawmill. They marry, and their three kids have to learn to get along. They do this down at the grange for a barn dance, up at the mill where Dad is making an old-fashioned sleigh or up on the river where the boy floats on a raft. And they do this to background music you expect to hear while eating brunch. Nice try, CBS. But I'd rather watch reruns.