The luxe vapidity of Palm Royale
Allison Janney is at her best in this glitzy series about feminism and Sixties Florida. But it should be much more fun than it is.
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Rachel Cooke
Rachel Cooke is a writer at the Observer. In the 2006 British Press Awards, she was named Interviewer of the Year.
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