Linda Lavin and Kristy McNichol fail to convince as mother and daughter. With Mom single again, she and her teenage daughter unpack in their new house and do a little dance together in the kitchen (The Bump, I believe, or is that The Hustle?). With all signs apparent that these two really get along just like buddies, it's only a matter of time before a man comes between them and stops all that dancing. Kristy soon gets a boyfriend of her own, who lets her hug him every time there's a problem. LOTS of hugging and near-tears melodrama in this TV-movie, written by Nancy Lynn Schwartz from Sheila Schwartz's book. Truly numbing.
Review of Like Mom, Like Me
