Kate Patrick (Yancy Butler) is a femme con artist so slick she proudly states over and over she doesn’t need or want a gun, but of course ends up using one.
Working the rich of South Beach, Fla., Patrick and her partner, Vernon (Eagle-Eye Cherry), find their operation rudely interrupted by the arrival of Patrick’s brother (Rob Knepper), who’s in the midst of double-crossing a federal agent (John Glover) and the Russian government out of millions in diamonds.
Faced with ultimatum of death for her brother or jail for her, Patrick teams with the agent and they retrieve the diamonds while arresting a few comrades along the way. It works so well secret-agent man offers lovely con woman a permanent job being a sneak. Thus a series is born.
As a two-hour movie “South Beach” squeaks by.
Butler is as fresh a face as the small screen has seen in a while, and Glover is a truly creepy fed, jovial but always scheming. Felix Enriquez Alcala’s camera work and John Mark Harrington’s production design offer a pleasant eyeful.
But pace of vidpic is slow, script sags and plot in pilot is a stretch that comes to an end all to easily. Maybe one-hour timeslot will keep octane level high.
At times Butler is used more like a model than an actress. She seems right for the loner woman part, but more spontaneous action and less staging of pretty shots would loosen production up, giving it more grit and ruggedness.