In this two-part miniseries, four hours across two nights, Mira Sorvino is a New York City detective trying to bring down an international prostitution ring of such large, heartless scope that a cargo crate filled with young girls can be left in broad daylight on a noisy dock in Manila. No one hears the whimpers for help from inside. The show is big in scale, something like the British drug epic Traffik (which became the movie Traffic). It jumps from Kiev to Prague to New York to the Philippines, with one poor young woman after another roped in, beaten, raped and sexually enslaved.
It's an awful story, and it deserves a better production than this. The story strands don't pull together tightly enough, and Sorvino, who's the moral center, isn't exactly Helen Mirren. Her voice has a fidgety lilt that just doesn't sound right. She needs to get back to comedy.