Picks and Pans Review: The Bakery
updated 07/23/1990 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 07/23/1990 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Summer is the time all the oddities, chimeras and misshapen concepts wash up on the networks. (I'd review more of these one-shot wonders, but ABC and NBC, those rank cowards, refuse to let reviewers see them before they air.) Consider this busted pilot, a strange science fiction stroll through the Hill Street Blues milieu.
The show is about the cops of a California precinct house located in a former bakery. The gimmick is that we visit them in the years 1965, 1989 and 2001. David Dukes, aging remarkably well over 36 years, is the Frank Furillo—like steadying influence.
Television so rarely tries to create a model of the future, mostly because of the expense involved. It doesn't look like the makers of The Bakery shelled out a lot of dough on their cheesy 21st-century segments either, but at least it's an original attempt.
Unfortunately the murder case that serves as the unifying theme for the drama never gets solved, and the writers can't seem to remember what year they're in. For instance, no one was saying "Lighten up, man" in 1965, and I doubt that 11 years from now Dirty Harry will be a common reference point. Some other trigger-happy dude will have come along by that time to take his place.