I was just hitting puberty when I got my first glimpse of the young Christina Applegate in this short-lived cop drama. She's the only thing about it that was especially memorable, other than the cool pastel aesthetic executive producer/director Thomas Carter borrowed from his days working on Michael Mann's Miami Vice.
Indeed, it seems that this series, like the similarly short-lived 'Band of the Hand' and others, tried to latch onto the wake of Miami Vice's phenomenal success, to little avail. The scene is LA. Our hero, Detective Kennedy (longtime soap actor Michael Desidario), is essentially Sonny Crockett with two kids, leaving him a little less time to drive around at night brooding to the moodier tunes of Phil Collins and Glenn Frey in a fancy sportscar that cost more than the yearly wages of five real-life cops.
No, he's got to get home to his two kids, whom he raises alone after losing his wife in a frequently flashbacked shooting.
Still love Christina, though. I had an instant mega-crush on her.
