Was it worth the wait? Are you kidding me? Does London Fog make raincoats?

I just finished watching screener episodes of Romano's new show, Men Of A Certain Age, which he created with "Everybody Loves Raymond" writer Mike Royce, and I'm blown away.

As important as those set battles scenes are to the series, they are blended beautifully with the bravery, frailties, strength and weaknesses of the actual people involved.

To paraphrase one of the great ads from the glory days: Between love and Mad Men lies obsession.

These killers are more fun than a cemetery full of psycho zombie killers on Halloween.

It's hilarious and even funnier this year than last.

Treme is like Cajun food--it's spicy, it's weird and it's good, but it takes a while to appreciate.

In the weeks ahead, there is a tremendous amount of not-to-be-missed drama--including the area's first face transplant.

It looks like AMC is three-for-three with their newest original drama, Rubicon, a throwback espionage thriller that takes place in the present--if the present were more like the 1970s than the 2000s.

Unlike a few characters in seasons one and two whose lives I just wasn't interested in, I won't be skipping any therapy sessions this season. They are all fascinating.

The Lebowitz film, Public Speaking, directed by Martin Scorsese and produced by Graydon Carter--combines hilarious, contemporary interviews with Lebowitz about life in NYC, mixed with old clips of her in the Andy Warhol days, and great clips of her appearances on old talk shows.

The instant chemistry among the three judges was so right, they couldn't have created it in a lab. Everything that made us fall in love with Idol in the first place was back.

Will Big Love go out with a big bang? If the final season's opener is any indication, the answer is a big "yes."

A bleak, slow-moving, humorless show that is still so good that you will be angry every time an episode ends.

The miniseries--starring Greg Kinnear as JFK, Barry Pepper as Bobby, Katie Holmes as Jacqueline and Tom Wilkinson as Joseph Sr.--is without a doubt one of the best, most riveting, historically accurate dramas about a time and place in American history that has ever been done for TV.

If you're not a big fan of Gaga, or even if you think she's Madonna lite, this HBO concert film will make you a true believer--or a believer, at any rate.

Not only is it really well thought out, but the good-looking kids in the show can actually act.

Sounds boring, but it's anything but.

It's all as addictive as an uber-fresh, ice-cold slice of watermelon on one of the hills of Rome in the scorching heat.

Showtime's edgy, edge-of-your-seat series, is, bar none, the best thriller on American TV.

This engagingly uncomfortable series is not like anything you've seen before.

You'll be happy to know that at least as far as the first two episodes go (90 -minute season premiere this Sunday night), the show is better than ever--which would have seemed impossible.

An intriguing, well-done documentary.

It is so crisp and clean and the clarity is so great that you will definitely forget that what you are watching is real.

It's every bit as good as "The Sopranos" was in its prime.

The producers of Work of Art have managed to take something that is never a big draw (excuse the unintentional cheesy pun), art, and have made it into something so enlightening and, yes, exciting that it's positively magical.

The series seamlessly moves between the horrors of war and the gentility of life in the show's titular 100-room manor.

With an impossibly good cast, writing so spot-on it's poetic, and slow-build stories, I, for one, was left wanting more--even after watching the entire season.