The producers originally had the right idea with this show, a glossy, well-cast, clever series about a ruthless Colorado billionaire and his soulful blonde wife, Blake and Krystle, the trampy, sassy daughter Fallon, and trouble gay son Steven.
The pilot was wondeful and cinematic, and season 1 was actually an intelligent condemnation of Rightwinf capitalistic hooey, ending the season nicely with a murder.
Then comes season 2, quite good also, but more glitzy, as Blake\\\'s wicked ex-wife Alexis shows up, haunting the family as she lives in the art studio on the Carrington estate.
The casting and concept were great. But beginning with season 3 (after Blake is rescued from the cliff) the series starts to lose its integrity. The plots start to become pasted together, huge holes in logic develop almost by the minute, a kind of negative camp creeps over the series and it declines in quality notably with every season.
Sometimes it\\\'s so bad it must be seen to be believed.
Until Season 9 when a new producer took over and fixed what he could, but it was too late to save it.
Ah, what potential was here!