If you needed to know what happened to Paul Michael Glaser after Starsky & Hutch, you’ll find him running around the Pacific Northwest, first bedding and then murdering perfectly nice women between the ages of 30 and 45 who have access to huge amounts of cash. Why he does this, with the complicity and surveillance cameras of his abused, weedy, and mommy-missing son, Kett Turton, is something that insurance investigators Colin Ferguson and Claudette Mink have to figure out before another victim gets dumped.
Executive produced by Stanley M. Brooks and Chad Oakes, and directed by Norma Bailey, Ladies Night is above average mainly because of Glaser, who is creepy without bending himself out of shape about it; Mink, just-folks who would like her grim partner to notice her in a more than professional way; and some savvy incidental casting, so that even the bit parts have some juice.
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