What a chore it is to recap this third season. Not that the series is anything but memorable. It’s just that I’m already up to season seven. And with all the problems that have plagued the Carringtons it’s pretty much a struggle to go back in time when you’re so far ahead. What’s safe to say is that season three brings up the return of Steven Carrington as a regular, played this time around by the cute but oh so wooden Jack Coleman. Now, now, before you all gang up on me like bullies, let me remind you that the original Steven, Al Corley, was way better in the role. He may not have been the greatest actor around but at least he had some diversified facial expressions. Coleman seems to be stuck on two, angry and angry. Yes, the character may be in a funk after a change of appearance (due to an oil rig explosion), not to mention battling his dad and Sloppy Jo for custody of his son, but showing a assortment of expressions on his fine re-constructed mug might render him a bit more believable and, thus, likable. As is, I almost wish he was still missing. Anyway let’s move on.
As for Kirby, the majordomo’s daughter, well, maybe it’s just me but I still cringe every time I think of her (like just now). What a wimpy character, that one. Yeah, yeah, Kathleen Beller’s a fine actress and she makes do with what she’s got, but if sophistication is what producers were going for, then I’m sorry to say they have missed the boat completely. I mean just look at her. She’s obviously more of the Kumbaya type than anything else. I suspect longer hair underneath those armpits. And what about her involvement with Adam? Talk about a disaster hookup from the start. Raped and impregnated by him she utterly goes bonkers, and by that I mean BONKERS. I kept expecting her to befriend Claudia so they could do a double act. Speaking of nuts, now that Claudia is off Dr. Toscani’s patients list since he’s gone MIA (thankfully) after season two, she’s so much more messed up, and we thank the screenwriters for that. The whole Little Blake kidnapping thing involving her on a downtown roof was one of the highlights of the season. For a moment there I really thought Little Blake (what I stupid name, BTW) was a goner, that it wasn’t an actual doll that fell off the building.
Half the fun in watching this third season is trying to make sense of the overblown story arcs; the other half is admiring the beautiful things shown on screen: the mansion, the cars, the work of arts, but especially the many sparkling jewels and gowns the female cast get to wear. Clearly the series wouldn’t be where it’s at had designer to the stars Nolan Miller not been in the picture. He sure adds some high class to an otherwise so-so season. Now, if only I could remember whatever the heck happens in season four. Oh yeah, Peter De Vilbis… Stay tuned.
Until next post—Martin