The most impressive quality "The 4400" boasts is the fact that, after tonight's episode, there are any number of directions the drama could head. There hasn't been anything this wide-open unpredictable on TV in years, and for that reason alone, it's worth overlooking the premise's flaws and following this wherever it may head. [11 July 2004]

Salem's Lot is hardly bad. It's just that certain unpersuasive special effects, unruly performances and subplots undermine the best of intentions, a fate with which fans of King's oeuvre are no doubt familiar. [19 June 2004]

But the payoff is too long in coming. Much of the third night involves - what else? - wandering around the ever-growing mansion. You get the feeling the characters are biding their time between commercials. King should have been advised to cut the miniseries by a night. Instead, watching "Rose Red" is like hanging out in a Halloween haunted house too long. After a while, you know somebody - or something - is going to pop out to try and scare you. By then, though, you've reached your fright limit and you're just too numb to jump. [27 Jan 2002, p.L7]

In its own way, Wonderland is as visceral in its milieu and sliding-scale morality as HBO's "Oz." [30 March 2000, p.L5]

Some of the jokes here will jolt you from the typical sitcom complacency - no slack-jawed viewing allowed here - and if each episode doesn't quite find a moment of redemption after mining these hearts of darkness, they leave you amused enough that you can continue soldiering on in your own imperfect life. [20 March 2000]

For fans of amply endowed eye candy and anatomy-centered gags of the PG-13 variety, it's Nirvana. [14 March 2000]

Its cleverness may be a little too nuanced and low-key for mainstream audiences - the show probably belongs on a cable network, where it would be a programming highlight - instead of a broadcaster like NBC. But it's good fun to see our deity and demon bicker over minutiae while Bob looks on without comprehension. [9 March 2000]

The Beat, Fontana's UPN cop show, won't be mistaken for a good series, but it's better than a lot of the junk polluting UPN's airwaves. Of course, its sophisticated flourishes may just be enough to sail the show over the heads of the netlet's pubescent target audience, and its pandering touches will be enough to alienate more discerning viewers. [21 March 2000]

Daddio, a situation comedy about a smart and fun stay-at-home dad, is mildly progressive-minded in its set-up and comfortably old-fashioned in all other facets of its execution. One is easily forgiven for wishing the laugh lines had a little more sparkle, and it's a less than ideal companion series to the bawdy "Friends," which airs before it, but the premise and the cast are solid enough to expect future improvement and a decent prime-time run. [23 March 2000, p.L5]

Not one of the performers looks like anything beyond a pretty young performer biding his or her time until a better break comes along. [23 March 2000]

To maintain any momentum, however, they're going to have to come up with something more than a ''dead guy of the week beckons from the other side'' premise. There's not much the Others are fighting against at this point, except short-lived skepticism on behalf of the bereaved. [5 Feb 2000, p.L3]

So far, City of Angels is a solid, fairly smart series that doesn't quite reach out and grab the viewer as Barclay and Bochco's previous collaborations have done. But a cast capable of doing that when the writing hits its stride is definitely in place. [16 Jan 2000, p.L5]

[Westworld] impressively returns. ... The series usually hits the mark with strong storytelling that gives you a lot to ponder after the shooting is over. And the performances are outstanding. This year, the females are leading the way. Newton is a joy to watch and Wood shimmers, clearly embracing the new Delores.

After watching that first episode, we can tell you that it’s a solid return, and definitely stronger than its last few seasons. A good part of that is the chemistry of the new judges--pop star Katy Perry, country singer Luke Bryan and Mr. “All Night Long” himself, Lionel Richie--with the contestants who walk into the room to audition and with each other.

It’s Ritter that gives Jessica Jones its punch. ... This season’s story--at least in the five episodes available for review--builds to a deeper secret, and its buttressed by strong supporting players. Carrie-Ann Moss returns as Jessica’s attorney, who is fighting her own demons.

The Looming Tower is compelling television, even as it marches toward its tragic end.

Seven Seconds can be a bit obvious at times--a shot of blood in the snow with the Statue of Liberty seen off in the distance--but ultimately it settles into a worthwhile character-driven crime thriller.

Britannia doesn’t slow down long enough to be as engaging as the HBO show, but ultimately, it has enough going for it that if you like such fare--not everyone is a “GOT” fan--you can get into the Amazon show.

While none of the information in Dirty Money is particularly new, the episodes--directed by different filmmakers--solidly lay out the stories to make them understandable. However, there is something to be said about getting all this information in one sitting instead of in bits and pieces, and in this Dirty Money delivers.

The series needed someone with the glamor of Stone to be the centerpiece of the mystery, even if she isn’t the largest piece of Mosaic. The series is not the smoothest of fits, but it has enough shiny parts to keep it interesting.

Whereas Netflix’s “Black Mirror” deals with near-future technology angst, the Amazon series is more speculative. Each episode differs not only in look but in tone. So in this binge climate, it is nice having something worth binging that you can also take your time with, and “Philip K. Dick’s Electric Dreams” is that.

The thing that The End of the F***ing World smartly does is never let you forget that Jim and Alyssa are like wild animals you think you have tamed, at any moment they might turn on you and bite. Also, kudos to the series for its offbeat selections of songs.

Midway through the first episode of the 11th season of “The X-Files,” FBI agent Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson) clutches her head and moans, “What’s going on here?” We can sympathize. Up until then, the episode had played like a frenetic trailer, filled with crazy action and angst. In subsequent episodes, the Chris Carter series settles down to familiar entertaining territory, but there is a danger you might turn it off before then.

The series has something of a “True Lies” feel, with its plot winking at itself. There is plenty of action and suspense and even a “Timecop” twist. J-C, though, is a different sort of action-figure, filled with more self-doubt and regret then you usually see in the movies. But even with that, the series smartly never takes itself too seriously.

Stephen King described Black Mirror as “terrifying, funny, intelligent. It’s like the ‘Twilight Zone,’ only rated R.” That’s actually giving it short shrift. ... What makes the series special is how there is always one more twist that you didn’t expect in the same way there is always some implication--usually for ill--in a new invention that we didn’t think of. This new season will only add to the acclaim.

The Crown succeeds because it gives us this fresh perspective on the world at that time, and in many ways, the events of the royals then are not that far from what’s happening today. This Crown continues to rule.

Meloni is terrific as usual--a long way from the solid Elliot Stabler on “SVU,” but it’s a stretch to appreciate a “hero” who describes his life as “an ever-swirling toilet that just won’t flush” and follow his cracked personality. With only two episodes to judge from, the jury is out on Happy! My guess, though is that it’s an acquired taste and only for certain people.

Both events [Watergate and the Pentagon Papers] are covered extensively in The Newspaperman. There is not a lot new there, but it’s interesting to hear it from Bradlee’s perspective.