Scott D. Pierce

Not only does it feel unoriginal and tired, but it comes across as a vanity project for star/executive producer Jason Bateman, who also directs some episodes.

It's not a great show, but it's decent summer viewing. There are some laughs, and I liked it more as it went along.

The only explosion in Friends from College is that the entire eight-episode series is a stink bomb. It's crude, predictable and stupid.

This is pure escapism, shot on location in London, South Afrida, Russia and Cambodia. It's funny. It's fun.

Once you get over what might be the initial shock of Andrea's dirty mouth and incredibly frank talk, she's a very appealing character. And I'm Sorry is amusing. Sometimes even laugh-out-loud funny.

A summer series that begins pretty much just as you'd expect, but it seems to be relatively well done. The first couple of hours are OK, at least.

It's chaotic, sometimes almost incoherent. Wildly inconsistent, it veers from dark drama to lighthearted fun.

It's told with multiple storylines populated by myriad characters, and it's sort of slow going.

It seems harmless, if you're interested in this sort of thing.

This show is supposed to be big, dumb fun. It's definitely dumb. It's occasionally fun. And it's actually too big. The original "Gong Show" was 30 minutes; at an hour, it's a bit much to sit through.

I've only seen the first episode, but I'm intrigued. And there are only 10 episodes (unless there's a second season), so it might be worth the time investment.

Trite, shallow and completely unbelievable.

It's lavish, multi-racial and a bit of a confusing mess.

Andy Cohen is a good choice to host this dopey show, because he fairly exudes cheesiness.

This TV movie is bloated with additional storylines and loses the joy of the original. ... Be prepared to fast-forward--a lot.

This is a sitcom, not a public service announcement. But you can certainly argue that The Carmichael Show is doing a public service. It isn't often you can call a sitcom brave. This is one of those times.

It's charming. It's funny, but not in a setup-joke, yuck-it-up way. It's sort of observational comedy--observed from the dog's point of view.

Weird and mesmerizing. ... You can feel elements of other programs in this series, but it's also unique in the television landscape. But it's not always an easy show to watch, and not just because of the blood and the body count. You've got to be patient, because Fuller & Co. unspool this story slowly.

Comedian Anthony Atamnuik stars as Trump, doing a pretty good imitation.

It can be a bit much at times, but there's a great supporting cast--including John Michael Higgins and Nicole Richie as the news anchors--and there are enough laughs to keep it moving.

At least in the first three episodes, which were screened for critics, everything comes together for A Handmaid's Tale--Miller's script, direction by Reed Morano (who's best known as a cinematographer) and the performances. Moss' performance is arresting.

Yes, it's a soap opera. But if this is "character driven," well, it's worth noting that none of the characters (or the situations) seem the least bit believable.

Brockmire gets off to a very funny (and very vulgar) start. I don't know how long the premise will hold up, but it begins with a lead-off hit and scores multiple runs.

It's utter nonsense. Mind-numbingly stupid. Worse yet, it's a bore.

Nobodies is OK. Some of it is quite funny. And some of it really isn't.

It's a fine drama, and Fox should be applauded for commissioning and airing this project.

Iron Fist isn't dreadful, but it's certainly not good. There are a lot better things to watch (many on Netflix) than waste your time on this.

It's silly and sometimes slapstick, but it works. And what makes it work is that Lithgow is so good as the alleged murderer.