If straining-to-be-inspirational, card-shop stocking fillers such as A Perfect Day are the best TV can do, then really, leave us to contemplate the meaning of the season in peace.

The stars, all of whom have done better work in better projects, give it their all, but the show is too snide, condescending and unpleasant to be salvageable.

The show is so painfully witless and dull, your daily commute may begin to seem entertaining in comparison.

Seldom has the drive to do good works been as alarmingly, offensively presumptuous.

The show seems to vanish as it's happening, leaving behind nothing except a vague feeling of being mildly annoyed. It doesn't just fail to leave you laughing. It leaves you, period.

Even if the performances were better and the scripts were funnier, Jezebel would still be saddled with one of the most preposterous, off-putting setups in sitcom history.

A badly acted, clumsily constructed "Starsky & Hutch"/"Miami Vice" revival that imposes fictional clichés on top of harsh realities.

The actors do their best, but most of what they're doing is hopelessly, witlessly predictable.

A show that was once dumb and offensive is now dumb and pointless.

What you get from Motherhood are witless, barely connected vignettes about three unpleasant, unbelievable women.

Seldom has a major network launched a show boasting as many terrible performances or jaw-dropper moments as this premiere.

Witlessly Americanized by Michelle Nader (King of Queens), Kath manages to waste the talents of Molly Shannon while exposing the limits of Selma Blair's comedy range.

Poorly cast and performed (including an embarrassing turn by Val Kilmer), XIII is shot so murkily and staged so badly, you can hardly tell where people are, let alone where they're going.

Gratuitously cruel and mind-numbingly dull, Stylista pretends to be "fashion forward" while it apes everything that has gone before.

Badly cast and sadly inept, this not-quite comedy follows the Goddess of Love (Jaime Murray) and her clan as they try to match mortal soulmates.

That Suspect is a spinoff of Criminal Minds, network TV's worst series, is just the dung icing on the dirt cake.

What we expect in exchange are a few thrills, a few jolts and some convincing destruction, none of which this cheap, embarrassing film delivers.

The characters here creak, including the talking bear who mirrors the alien in American Dad and the dog in Family Guy, and the watered-down setup now feels like a copy of a copy of a copy. What's worse, in three episodes, there's hardly a laugh to be found. Bad taste, we'll accept. Boring we won't.

Rather than art re-creating and explicating reality, How to is art mimicking reality shows, with all their annoyances and posing.

You start with the minor annoyances, like their fondness for silly nicknames ("Big Dave" and "Root Beer" standing in for Road's "Big Cat" and "Physical Phil"), and move on to the really big sins, such as their inability to create interesting characters or their habit of writing dialogue that either hits us over the head with exposition or pulls us out of the story through ridiculous, artsy flourishes.

There's not a moment that isn't ridiculous or false, as the characters continually collide on the street (small town, that Austin). And worse, there's not a single reason to care.

If you're looking for a quick refresher course in what the U.S. Marshals do for a living, or just need to know how many fugitives they caught last year (more than 90,000), Chase could be the show for you. But if you're looking for actual TV entertainment? Heavens, no.

Not content to simply be stupid, Outlaw is more than a little insulting.

A show that feels like it's multiple terrible shows in one. It's like he pitched four bad ideas to NBC, and the network decided to pour them all into one hour.

You might be willing to overlook the show's structural flaws if the cases themselves were wildly compelling, but unfortunately, they are of a piece with their misguided series.

Meryl Streep would have trouble making Gerstein's never-been-there, never-done-that creation sound anything but ludicrous.

[The original series] had energy and glamour and a self-aware sense of frothy fun, all of which are missing from this lugubrious update.

Vulgarity and lack of taste aren't the issues here as much as a deadening single-mindedness.