This latest aliens-meet-earthlings sitcom is just too dopily executed for any long-term stay on this planet.

Outlandish and thoroughly TV Land-ish, Malibu Country belongs on the network of Hot In Cleveland, Happily Divorced and other broad, blast-from-the-past sitcoms.

It’s a grindingly bad half-hour with some even worse finishing touches.

Maybe the content also will rise to the level of the art deco-ish visuals. But the opening episode has an overall creepy feel to it, paced of course by a seven-year-old's carnal longings for his gruff sexagenerian principal.

Roseanne's Nuts is her way of taking a dump in your living room.

Preposterous, ridiculously earnest, poorly scripted and laughably acted, this is the series that Anthony Edwards chose to re-enter prime-time after a long tenure as one of ER's main men. He should've stayed in bed.

The older you are, the more you might respond to the oft-clunky, middle-aged craziness of The Paul Reiser Show.

It's simply not coherent enough to sustain weekly interest.

A decidedly bland and tedious weekly series in which couples attempt to mend their frayed relationships by doing it for a full week.

Guys with Kids is over-populated, under-funny and no match for the simple charms of Three Men and a Baby, the surprise mega-hit of 1987.

Urie's mostly a hoot, with his inflections infectious and his comedy timing a thing of beauty. Krumholtz offers sturdy enough support, but his co-star does most of the heavy lifting.

You might not want to have a TV relationship with these guys either. They're just not much fun on any level.

Hits & Mrs. has the usual redundant reality filler and various contrivances.

The whole enterprise seems way too wobbly to walk upright under its own power.

The bedeviled moms can be bawdy fun on occasion in this broad Fox sitcom. But their unctuous, obnoxious 14-year-olds basically ruin every scene they're in.

Everything in Chelsea seems painfully forced.

The star of this ill-conceived show, which also features former congressional policy advisor Matt Stoller as a very uncomfy foil, completely fails to get untracked from halting start to grinding finish.

Beauty and the Beast won't hurt all that much to watch, but the dialogue and plot stretches can add up to a lot of little ows.

Life's A Tripp in reality is nothing more than another Lifetime stumble.

Allen's mere presence may keep it in business for a while. But it already seems as though it belongs on TV Land, where Home Improvement repeats already reside.

It's Celebrity Rehab in open spaces with drinking allowed. And during an extremely weak moment, your friendly content provider is going to admit that this steaming pile turns out to be guilty pleasure-approved, even if it's almost assuredly all an act on the part of everyone.

Laughable? Yeah. Pathetic? Even more so. Degrading? That, too. Entertaining for consulting adult viewers who pay extra for such premium cable fare? Possibly.

The Choice already is bad enough but has a few amusing moments to help keep it afloat.

It leads off the network's Thursday prime-time schedule, with the action originating in Miami and the scripts apparently bought from Godawful, Inc.

There are lots of swings and misses amid the direct hits. And that's pretty much the way it is with Rob.

Is it all a hoot to watch? Definitely, but probably not intentionally so.

Those looking for depth will find none. Liz & Dick triumphs, however, as an amusement park for fans of the deeply dreadful.