Wood's puppy-dog eyes and Gann's crazy dog persona--or is that dogsona?--are a few things that make Wilfred watchable, in an existential-Johnny Depp-meets-"Monty Python" kind of way, that is.

If you can get past the many face of Jeremy Irons as Rodrigo Borgia/Pope Alexander VI, in Showtime's lush and luscious historical series The Borgias, you're in for a full-out good time.

This excellent series has too many of the usual experts and way too many ridiculous sound effects.

The CW under the direction of McG (does anybody have a full name anymore?) has made a fresh, terrific and terrifically silly Nikita.

Sienna Miller [is] halfway believable but missing what Hitchcock called "the volcano inside." Jones, however, is spectacular.

It's the dialogue that takes this series over the top.

The scenes are always gritty and often very violent, which makes great TV. However, the dialogue? Whew. I mean, seriously? "She is waiting for you with breath bated!"

While Swank and Blethyn make everything they’re in more remarkable for their presence, the movie plays more like a based-on-fact Lifetime flick than an HBO work of fiction.

Happily, they are not your average sitcom weirdo crazy group-therapy people. These folks are oddballs, yes, but they are oddballs trying to overcome great tragedy.

Its two stars, Kat Dennings and Beth Behrs, who make this show bearable. With different casting, this show would be as flat as the pancakes they serve up in the Brooklyn diner where they work.

There are a whole lot of “Holy s--t!” moments, but it’s very real and astoundingly raw--without once giving you the idea these are show-off correspondents with a makeup artist and clean clothes.

This show could use some brain surgery itself.

Chocolate News" is funny like Chappelle, edgy like "In Living Color" and smart like "The Daily Show," but without the smugness.

Somebody should kiss a frog or something to break the evil spell and let this show be as much fun as it should be.

Bello doesn't need to adapt to anyone else's role model (literally), because she's created her own strong, stand-alone character.

It ain’t Hitchcock, but it ain’t bad. Too bad it ain’t new.

The remake of the classic cop series is pretty good--although there are so many explosions, you'd think the volcanoes were all acting up.

I can't help but get an enormous kick from Bravo's new series, The Fashion Show, which is, ironically enough, a line-for-line knockoff of "Project Runway," the hit show that was sold from under them to Lifetime.

The format is what carries the day.

The actors are great, but the show isn't.

The writing's crisp and the acting is first-rate.

The acting here is first rate -- not a bad apple in the whole rotten bunch.

This would be hilarious, except that political talk TV has become such a parody of itself that watching them is more than enough comedy for anybody.

Everyone is spectacular, even the secondary players like Leonard Armond Robinson as Mickey Rivers, who steals more scenes than bases, and Erik Jensen, who so underplays Munson that he's mesmerizing - and, most especially, Michael Rispoli, who plays Jimmy Breslin - or should I say becomes Breslin? Don't miss it. Just great.

The injuries are extreme, the dancing gorgeous, the dancers young and beautiful, and the slogan the best on TV: "Blood, Sweat and Tutus."

Lots of good stuff, although much is forced.