Newsday's Scores

  • TV
For 835 reviews, this publication has graded:
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  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 31% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 3.4 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average TV Show review score: 67
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  1. Mixed: 0 out of 532
  2. Negative: 0 out of 532
532 tv reviews
    • Metascore: 74
    • Critic Score 50
    Alias suffers from a split personality. It's half John LeCarre, half comic book. In the field, Sydney, who looks about as formidable as your average Vogue cover girl, becomes a spike-heeled super-spy who shoots and karate-kicks her way through a horde of terrorist storm troopers as if they were targets in a video game. She's preposterous, and so is half the show. But viewers who just want to see bad guys die may not mind.
    • Metascore: 75
    • Critic Score 50
    The problem I have with the show, aside from the death business, is that the Fishers are not a likable family. It doesn't have a James Gandolfini character. [3 June 2001, p.D39]
  1. It's the anti-talk show, the talk show that isn't a talk show, the talk show from another planet--that would be Staten Island--talk show. And yet, in a weirdly unexpected way, it almost works--and potentially could work.
  2. Lehman is good, most everything's OK, but nothing is especially fresh or compelling.
  3. Producers play this for laughs, though just slightly. (These are high school kids, after all.) Even so, the show's flat and almost stunningly uninformative.
  4. The Ex List--based on an Israeli hit ("Mythological Ex"), with whiffs of "How I Met Your Mother" and "My Name Is Earl" - is a flat-out great idea for a TV series. But Ruggiero (who's since left the show) needed a strong partner to reign in her worst impulses, like a running gag about shaved genitalia.
  5. It's bright! It's energetic! It has that sort of dialogue that zips, zaps and zings! It's even ironic! Yet, at its very core, Motherhood is completely vacant.
  6. The Unusuals is not a good show; it is a messy, uneven, silly, inconsequential show.
  7. Sure, The Cougar is idiotic--these shows always are. That's a large part of their appeal. But casting fouled up here.
  8. It is so numbingly derivative--effectively a dull mash-up of "House" and "Private Practice"--that you quickly forget it's also numbingly silly. But then, maybe that's the whole idea.
  9. Here's a fundamental truth: Family genealogies are fascinating--to the family in question.
  10. Defying Gravity is a glorious, glimmering glop of foolishness--a spitball magnet of the first order that elicits jeers when it wants tears and catcalls when striving for philosophical heft.
  11. This is a shame and a waste of three gorgeous actresses, a wonderful actor (Gross) and an idea that--with a little more wit, smarter writing and less soap--could have yielded a winner.
  12. Three Rivers is a masterful send-up of old medical TV show conventions, dating back to the '50s, with a parade of cliches so obviously and hilariously inane that you will laugh until your side aches.
  13. Even with endless talk about genitalia and the things people can do to them, The League is surprisingly dull and slack - without snap or payoff.
  14. Nice cast. Otherwise, charmless. Airless. Lifeless. (Blah, blah and blah.)
  15. The first episode is fairly execrable, but High Society settles down by the second, and we get a clearer--or at least less-boozy--view of Mortimer and her world.
  16. Bland, with no pop or energy, Scoundrels limps sadly along.
  17. King didn't actually write Haven but "developed" it for the small screen, which is a form of plausible deniability if things go wrong. With Haven--as somnolent as a summer afternoon--they most likely will.
  18. Nothing particularly interesting or revelatory. For this to work--at least for viewers--The Hoff needs to move past self-parody, or at least take himself seriously. He tries here, but the exercise still seems flimsy and hollow.
  19. Bob's Burgers might be meatier if it gave us some reason to watch these characters. The title isn't the only thing that feels generic.
  20. Pilkington's musings are sometimes amusing and always pointless, but the animation almost totally nullifies the first and intensifies the second.
  21. The pilot's accumulation of cute - oh, for the straightforward simplicity of bowling alley lawyer "Ed" - feels overbearing long before Kelley's courtroom summation turns societal sermon.
  22. With material this thin, the actors can only do a competent job of mimicry. Mimicry is about all you'll get.
  23. There's desperation here, and if Happy Endings would slow down long enough to let itself breathe, it might find a footing.
  24. A paint-by-the-numbers biopic with the dramatic vitality of a tree stump.
  25. Reboots can work ("Hawaii Five-0"), but they haven't got a prayer if they lavishly, ludicrously, embrace all the hooey and hokum of the original. Welcome to the new Angels.
  26. There's no "here" here.
  27. What's fascinating is just how ruthlessly it has been edited, or (more likely) re-edited since the breakup to turn you-know-who into Little Ms. Perfect.
  28. This feels more like a rushed afterthought by Fox instead of a fully developed premise that could carry a pair of seasoned actors to their retirement, or at least to a big payday.
  29. A couple of the lines are surprisingly offensive, and a couple others even surprisingly amusing.
  30. Silly, but let's take the glass half-full approach. There's nowhere to go but up.
  31. Unsupervised is a cheerier, less nihilistic "Beavis and Butt-head Lite," and not remotely as funny or trenchant.
  32. Another insufferable nose-pressed-against-the-glass reality romp that says the rich are just like you and me--only rich, and exceedingly, tiresomely narcissistic.
  33. Sleepy, listless, dull. But it has a great set; the beach and clouds on the horizon are alluring.
  34. Some amusing lines, but otherwise a disappointing misfire.
  35. We've just seen this stuff too many times. Merely changing script specifics to Olympic references doesn't make it fresh.
  36. A grim, macabre march through a terrible crime, deploying a bad twist--the voice of the deceased.
  37. The party's over, the hangover's begun, and the final summer looks like it's gonna be a long and wet one.
  38. A few emotional moments--most notably graveside ones--otherwise cool, self-aware and almost completely detached from the only reason this is on the air: Whitney Houston.
  39. Liz & Dick is not a complete disaster, nor entirely is Lohan.
  40. This is a very good cast laboring through terribly weak material.
  41. Cheer Perfection is numbing in its ordinariness--dull, trivial and never, ever outrageous.
  42. Marta as Mob Mom is not fully believable or recognizable or (for that matter) relatable on any level. Without empathy, this "red widow" is just plain dull.
  43. A frustrating film that leaves the questions--pretty much all of them--unanswered.
  44. "Lord of the Flies"-meets-a-telephone book, and just about as entertaining.
  45. The first hour manages to feel both mechanical and manipulative, without feeling truly exciting or even grounded anyplace.
  46. The pilot serves up flashy ooh-ah instead of anything tangible to wrap our arms around.
  47. There is no fear in this show or any of the doom, shame, ignominy or flat-out reprobation that comes with getting one's head handed to one by the Donald.... Without fear, there is no danger and without danger, no drama.
  48. A mini-triumph of style over substance (of which there is almost none).
  49. This canned stew is further flavored with too-snappy comebacks, too-slick repartee and too-clever contrivances. Making it bearable are cast members who do somehow manage to seem like people next door.
  50. Tonight's "Skating" debut glides onto the air in a weird sort of middle zone, not quite cheesy enough to skewer, yet too much a cheese-product to take seriously.
  51. [A] shamelessly derivative cop show set in the shamelessly overexposed city by the bay, with high-school-play-level acting performances which help make the overall effect cornier than a cornfield in Kansas. And yet ... and yet, there's something appealing about ABC's new cop drama.
  52. So much of tonight's series pilot feels so glib and rings so false, it's hard to believe this soapy saga comes from the quality-not-quantity production team of Tom Fontana and Julie Martin.
  53. Viewers will immediately locate the central flaw. If half of the contestants are so rich, then why go to all this trouble for $200,000?
  54. In its zeal to zing local TV news, "Dog" loses any flavor of authenticity, which is absolutely essential for effective satire.
  55. Yes, "Deadwood" was incomprehensible last season. It is incomprehensible this season. Fans will be delighted.
  56. While neither awful nor even particularly bad, there is an earnest silliness to the whole thing.
  57. "Standoff" does seem to emerge miraculously out of the fumes of '70s TV - a near-perfect reformulation of every bone-weary cliche, every hackneyed piece of cop chatter (Dan Tanna lives!) that last-century TV glorified in.
  58. There's greatness begging to be grasped here, and nobody has a handle on it.
  59. It's got some charm and there's some humor here, too--mstly at Jones' expense. But seriously, don't you have something better to do tonight?
  60. There's just too much shtick and not enough personality, especially when the stars' previous hits found their funny in relatable human behavior.
  61. Alex O'Loughlin is bogged down by trite dialogue, half-hearted support, perfunctory exposition, and better-to-look-good-than-make-sense production priorities.
  62. The women's friendship radiates authentic undertones, beneath all the gooed-up personal drivel, although it's way too convenient how they always show up simultaneously at the same crime scenes.
  63. There's nothing to relate to here, just to observe from afar, and only Tambor's as-always deft comic distraction gives us anything worth glancing at.
    • Metascore: 64
    • Critic Score 40
    Who is he? Who-who, who-who? I really want to know. But I don't think I want to sit through four or five episodes, let alone a season or two, to find out. [20 Sept 2002]
    • Metascore: 67
    • Critic Score 40
    It's also one of those shows composed of such familiar ingredients, it already feels like a rerun. [22 Sept 2003, p.B02]
  64. Jersey Shore is appalling, which is mostly its appeal, but it can also be funny, irreverent and breezily dimwitted--which is the rest of the appeal.
  65. Dreadful. Or to use a more manly phrase, aaarrgggh, awful.
  66. Absent a compelling core romance, and absent a passably beast-like beast, you're left with a sodden police procedural.
  67. You have a life--live it, and don't watch this.
  68. A thorough whitewashing.
  69. Too many moments feel false, overblown or contrived.
  70. All this feels dutiful and rote - the CliffsNotes version.
  71. It's bland, tired, listless, and if the show isn't having much fun, how can it expect viewers to?
  72. Despite the storylines' incessant emotional and psychological delvings, the result is an inert if not annoying muddle among unpleasantly profane people whose prospective salvation isn't worth wading toward.
  73. There's certainly comedy to be found in these basic situations, but not in "Lucky Louie's" confounding approach or stilted presentation.
  74. A second-rate knockoff of what's not quite a first-rate fabrication itself.
  75. This wanna-be's as dumb as dirt, and, as a consequence, even makes Hollywood seem more toxic than it probably is.
  76. A sweet, gentle, good-natured trifle that is (nonetheless) surprisingly airless and only rarely funny, if that.
  77. This show is slickly packaged and unchallengingly trite in its slavish reality-show construction.
  78. Carpoolers is like a flimsy "Saturday Night Live" skit pounded home and running on beyond endurance. Actors sputter their lines, dither and whimper like some 1950s sitcom.
  79. Eli Stone is fated to flounder.
  80. Call Girl is a dreary London day. A pass.
  81. The pilot was so uneven that the whole affair nearly veers into "Reefer Madness" territory--the kind of over-the-top cautionary fable that subverts honorable intentions through hysteria or cliche. Despite its pedigree, Teenager doesn't appear to have ever stepped inside a high school, either.
  82. What is missing here is heart, drama, and - most inexcusably - horror.
  83. Private Practice is hugely disappointing, and in so many ways that a mere review can't even begin to do all the problems injustice.
  84. There's no reason to pile on here, but this show needed many more months of gestation before getting thrown to the wolves.
  85. Someone must believe the allure of "CSI" lies in its "look" - Cold Case also offers time-tripping flashbacks blending the past incident into present time - along with the behavioral "cool" of its central character. But even when William Petersen plays reserved, his "CSI" cop seems to be seething at his core. That suppressed fire makes him worth watching. Morris is barely an ember.
  86. Some amusing bits, but for every one of those, there are 10 misfires.
  87. Gary is a throwback to a time when laugh tracks were provided by evidently demented studio audiences; when one-liners were stoked with double entendres about sexual functions; when sitcoms had a beat, pace and predictability so primitive that they engaged only the reptilian part of our brains. To some viewers, this may be comfort food. To others: Hell.
  88. Knight Rider is a disaster, a remake so deliriously and delectably bad that you have to watch just to tell your grandchildren that you were there.
  89. Sit Down is raw, vulgar and blithely offensive, with so many triple and quadruple entendres for so many sexual acts, I lost count.
  90. As the woebegone divorcee with an antic streak and a full-blown need to get down, Cox is not believable.
  91. We get some slightly bent soccer moms and dads debriefed by an impossibly cheery, cheesy, chummy game-show host. Showtime must have thought there would be great humor and irony in the mundane exchanges recorded here. But it miscalculated. Badly.
  92. It's lackadaisical, weary, bland and off-center.
  93. The characters couldn't be more bland, and atmospheric Texas settings are ill-used.
  94. As awful as $#*! My Dad Says is, you almost detect an ember of promise here. Maybe it's Shatner--whom we will always love, no matter what--or maybe it's an illusion. But CBS needs to blow some life into that ember before it's too late. Maybe it already is.
  95. Unfortunately, they've settled on far-too-easy and facile answers for the most part.
  96. The appealing cast valiantly tries to hack its way through the dense underbrush of jokes about frats and testicles and cannabis. But the harder they hack, the hackier it all becomes. Before long, the jungle has won. The show, and viewer, have lost.
  97. Unadulterated rubbish, and exactly what fans expect. Bravo, Starz.
  98. Leaden, dull, flat, tone deaf. Any reason to go on? Sure. This replaces another ex-"Friends" vehicle (Courteney Cox's "Cougar Town," which returns mid-April) that launched with both left feet, then dramatically improved. With all the on-screen talent here, this ex-"Friends" star could eventually shine, too.
  99. When you start doodling on the Internet instead of watching the show you are supposed to review, then either you, or the show, has a problem. I'm going with the latter.
  100. Russian Dolls is so busily edited--is any shot longer than 3 seconds?--that there's no flavor of anything.
  101. What's missing here, besides laughs? Chemistry.
  102. Yup, pretty awful.
  103. Yeah, Brooklyn 11223 is awful, and awful not because it's inauthentic--it isn't necessarily to those being portrayed here--but because it's hugely phony.
  104. TBS' entry only lacks "Sex and the City's" craft in writing, characterizations, plot, production and wit.
  105. Grim, sad, painful.
  106. Snooki & JWoww reeks of the end-times--the end-times for "Jersey Shore."
  107. it's a clanking, clattering collection of collagenous clinkers--of dialogue so inept, of acting performances so preposterous, of plot points so cliched that the only question worth posing is why someone of Weaver's stature would be caught anywhere near a turkey like this.
  108. Nothing to see here. Move on.
  109. Dim, dumb, dull, daffy and dippy, Discovery should know better.
  110. Part Dr. Jekyll, part Mr. Hyde and all dumb.
  111. With Tools, there is no discernible style, or point of view, or voice, or humor that ever rises to the level of originality.
  112. Maybe the problem with CBS' new Sunday popcorn movie "Mayday" isn't that it could be better. It actually could be worse. Then this would be deliriously mockable trash instead of an occasionally gripping but mostly frustratingly loony piece of hooey.
  113. This is pretty tedious viewing.
  114. The show seems to have no point, rendering it agony how hard the proceedings work at making one.
  115. Most of the cast stammers its way through sentences as if awaiting a lightning strike of inspiration. When it doesn't come, the actors have to say something anyway, and that meandering search for structure is what winds up filling 30 shapeless minutes.
  116. "What About Brian"... wants to be "thirtysomething" for twentysomethings, but it is clichesomething.
  117. Because so many viewers will have seen this kind of reality show before, their minds may start to wander by the second commercial break.
  118. The filming is urgent! The dialogue is obvious! The actors get choked up! It's as if a film school class put together a thriller following all the rules precisely.
  119. "Fashion House" is a bit more coherent, if still ludicrous.
  120. It's slow. It's dull. It's listless.
  121. It is so ancient - in approach, tone, style and energy - that you can almost see the dust bunnies tumble across the set.
  122. There's perverse fun to be had in watching "3 lbs." Count the groans as you spot yet another trite piece of formula.
  123. "Emergency" is sodden, forbidding, a waste of 22 good minutes.
  124. This one isn't David Spade's fault. Really it isn't.
  125. "Donnellys" creaks and sighs, moans and slumps, and ambles along like a world-weary cliche, unable or unwilling to lift its head above the humdrum banality to which it has been consigned.
  126. Nobody seems to be having any fun here, not even lording-it-over-everybody Ming. You'd think next week's second episode might be better, once all that exposition is out of the way, but you'd be wrong. It's even more lifeless.
  127. NBC's new Bionic Woman remake is a desolate slab of ice where any resemblance to human beings - alive, dead or cyborgian--is purely coincidental. It's hard to imagine a bigger modernized mess being made
  128. A slight, cartoonish, and terribly, terribly obvious dramedy.
  129. The only thing deep in tonight's Firefly premiere, though, is the well of cliches into which Whedon dips for what passes for plot and exposition. [20 Sept 2002, p.B02]
  130. Any smart girl would also wish for humor at a higher level than slapstick broccoli on the eyeball or a 12-year- old boy drooling, "You're kinda easy on the peepers." [20 Sept 2002]
  131. Why, then, this debacle, with bad jokes, listless lines and a parade of cliches? Beats me.
  132. It's horrible, horrible, horrible, and you will hate yourself for laughing--although I'm afraid you will.
  133. Based on the 22 irredeemably painful minutes TV Land offered for review, this show is clunky, sodden, cliched, drab, bland and terribly (terribly) weary.
  134. A little too raw, especially in this hour.
  135. It's as if we've all passed this way (many times) before and could write the dialogue, act the scenes, predict the outcome all in our sleep.
  136. If you expect the worst, your expectations will probably be met.
  137. The whole project feels salaciously sleazy, unless you're enjoying the proceedings, in which case it's juicily depraved.
  138. ABC's little-girl gang of four represents nothing more than cliches.
  139. The storms in this production have more personality than the characters who chase, study and prepare for them.
  140. Dreadful.
  141. Forced, frantic and continually preposterous.
  142. Viewers are expected to swallow - worse, to savor - simplistic recycling of melodrama plots seen a hundred times before.
  143. At least "Men in Trees" doesn't tax your brain. Just your patience, taste and intelligence.
  144. "Help Me" is a Gobi Desert of laughs... There's a strong odor of desperation on-screen, as if the competent and seasoned actors here know they're in this for a short ride. Indeed, they are.
  145. A groaner from beginning to end.
  146. Problem is, the show is more comfortable with cliché than subtlety.
  147. There's nothing unexpected here, and certainly no adventure, just who's sleeping with whom, and who's the daddy, and why they're still so juvenile, and how Tom Berenger ended up in this soapy soup.
  148. Little of it adds up to much of anything but foul-minded mischief.
  149. [A] treacly piece of tripe.
  150. NBC's superficial knockoff is just Lipstick on a pig.
  151. Our mouths may be open, but more likely agape than laughing.
  152. Utterly vacuous and incompetent.
  153. Finally, the best new comedy of the 2005-06 TV season is here... What's that, you say? This is a drama and not a comedy? Oh, dear.
  154. "American Inventor," ... is unspeakably awful, and makes not just a travesty of the type of television that "American Idol" so dramatically popularized, but an unintentional parody of it as well.
  155. It is awful. It is truly awful. It is awful in ways that make the word "awful" seem inadequate.
  156. No matter where the goofy "Desperate Housewives" goes, it's not into the toilet, which is where Big Shots spends its time both literally and figuratively.
  157. Momma's Boys is so dreadful that it effectively neuters critical disembowelment before the operation even begins.
  158. There's not a whiff of actual life here, no grounding character like "Arrested Development's" Jason Bateman . There's just frantic, false and tiresome.
  159. "Awful" doesn't begin to do The Choice justice, not that it deserves justice.
  160. The plastic "punch lines" grow more contrived. The tired stereotypes feel more offensive.