Filthy Rich

A smartly cast chronicle of a super-rich televangelist family in crisis, it’s executed with just the right mix of self-aware sudsiness and addictive drama.

Filthy Rich isn’t exactly high art, but it’s satisfyingly soapy, with some decent performances and a couple of chuckles that show us that it’s not taking itself at all seriously.

Fox’s latest prime-time soap, “Filthy Rich,” won’t be mistaken for great TV but its pilot episode is a hoot. Future installments prove uneven.

There’s a sort of Ryan Murphy-esque willingness to simply do the most that’s undeniably entertaining and just as undeniably frustrating. Yet a fatal combination of tonal inconsistency and pulled punches will probably confine “Filthy Rich” to the ash heap in time, despite the best efforts of its perfectly-cast star.

It's Dynasty minus the nasty. [28 Sep - 11 Oct 2020, p.9]

A show whose first three episodes don’t prove themselves to be filthy enough for the audience or as rich as Cattrall deserves.

Kim Cattrall and a don't-quit-your-day-job supporting cast play members of a wealthy and secretly scandalous televangelist family whose secrets are exposed when the patriarch's plane crashes and three scruffily illegitimate heirs surface. The only thing more hacky than the script is Cattrall's wayward Southern accent.