While the show is not yet as boundary-pushing as Chappelle's, it is funny, and that should never be taken for granted.

Luther avoids some genre cliches--we know the killer's identity from the get-go, which sidesteps the time-stamp predictability of a Law & Order episode--but plunges headfirst into others.

This powerful documentary about the lingering effects of military conflict makes the point that PTSD existed long before we named it.

Fishburne's gravitas helps do the Supreme Court justice...justice.

It has sharp writing and endearing characters.

The pilot is promising, with sharp dialogue, a solid supporting cast, and Kaling's appealing unapologetic protagonist. [28 Sep 2012, p.64]

A few key tweaks to the story and Joseph Fiennes' puckish interpretation of the king's right-hand sorcerer keep the legend from getting too stale

Suits follows a slick, big-time lawyer (Gabriel Macht) who hires a mnemonic genius without a law degree (Patrick J. Adams), and the rest is likely just what we can expect from every remaining episode: kinda fun, moderately enjoyable, and reassuringly unchanging.

A template house-party plot and goofy supporting characters end up steering it toward something more predicable. [20 Jan 2012, p.71]

Morgan plays two roles: a hilariously absurdist reconteur and a race-and gender-obsessed observational comic who seems to have wandered in from the mid-90s. Of course, it's the former that produces nearly all of the hour's belly laughs, but unfortunately it's the latter that spends most of the time at the mic. [12 Nov 2010, p.70]

The complicated setup, the filmic style, the attempts of a laugh track all have you expecting more than the regular relationship cliches.

A lot like Shark tank but without the drama or the competitive spirit. [2 Sep 2011, p.68]

The pilot's simple conceit--avoid the dreaded office drug test--is padded with an almost endless amount of jokes involving bodily waste, genitalia, and more bodily waste. Which is fine by me, if only they didn't commit an unforgivable sin for a show about potheads: trying too hard.

It's a relatively interesting premise, but once the interrogations start, it turns silly very fast.

While many from the original cast, including Jon Heder, lend their voices, the film's core of discomforting weirdness has been scrapped for cartoon zaniness.

[Mankind is] filled with overdone battle reenactments, unqualified celebrity talking heads, and slo-mo iron smelting set to electronic dance music.

Male characters are incompetent but lovable, and their wives nagging but wise, as if both groups had been snatched straight out of ads for beer and yogurt, respectively.

Obviously, he is supposed to be insufferable, but there's not enough else in the show to distract you from just how much you want to shove the tiny egomaniac into his Louis Vuitton lunch box.

The show takes place in the same tight-knit pseudo-Mayberry that serves as a locale for many of the channel's uninspired movies. [19 Jul 2013]

An eventless, tedious, campaign-ad-bland Juneau Shore. [22 Jun 2012, p.54]

The Shanna Moakler-fronted show is as shallow as a kiddie pool, and filled with as many whiny brats. [26 Nov 2010, p.68]