Perception is a head trip not worth the journey.

Web Therapy is far more entertaining [than Episodes], but, alas, wildly uneven, probably in part due to the need to weave new material around the Internet series of the same name that spawned it.

Of the two series [Web Therapy and Episodes], Episodes is the most consistent and polished. It's also the one show that finds a groove and is happy to patter around its middling course.

It wants you to believe that Sheen is playing the most sane, vulnerable man in the world, yet he still comes off like a creep.

Aaron Sorkin can write crackling dialogue. Believable characters, not so much.

The unscripted answer to "Laverne & Shirley" will now be tamer than "Anne of Green Gables."

Fox's "Raising Hope" manages to be both more outrageous and realistic than this flimsy, forgettable time-waster.

Controversy aside, Life seems to have no meaning beyond giving the 21-year-old a platform for her parenting views and criticism of Los Angeles.

Unlike the similarly post-apocalyptic "Walking Dead," there's never much tension on Falling Skies.

Cynthia Cidre's smart take on the prime-time soap (1978-1991) pays homage to the past while moving the battle to the next generation.

Bunheads has the potential to have that cross-generational appeal. To thrive, the series must find its own tune to dance to.

[Smallville's Erica Durance, Stargate SG-1's Michael Shanks and The Vampire Diaries' Daniel Gillies] should be a winning cast, but the writing and plodding execution are worthy of a quick DNR order.

Longmire isn't a conventional show. The mystery tonight might be slight, but the pilot is a dusty little gem.

What separates this cast from just about every other real-ity show is that these people are chasing something larger than themselves, more vital to them than fame or money--that brief moment of perfection onstage, achieved after years of study and practice.

Director Philip Kaufman's clumsy, bloated project--clocking in at a miserable two hours and 40 minutes--stars Clive Owen and Nicole Kidman in potentially career-mangling performances.

Nobody here is as self-obsessed as the least Kardashian, which will come as a relief to the celebrity-jaded, but we all know where the real talent lies in this family, and he's not onscreen enough to justify this series.

In its personal vignettes, Weight illuminates, but too often the segments are a numbing array of statistics from well-meaning talking heads.

The bromance is over before it starts.

Ultimately, Sherlock doesn't play fair, but the game is so enjoyable, you'll be happy you joined in.

Louis-Dreyfus won Emmys for both "Seinfeld" and "The New Adventures of Old Chrstine," and seems the best candidate to win another for her work here.

Alas, most of the other characters are so weakly sketched, they don't make a ripple.

TV this dull should be outlawed.

Many young women, if they're being honest, will see themselves here. And many parents will see their daughters.

Contrary to the title, you can trust the B---- for a good laugh.

Rest assured: The Borgias are still bad to the bone.

Like the look of the ladies, the show is gorgeous, but it needs to reveal some substance.

On "Grey's Anatomy," particularly in the first two years, Rhimes proved herself skilled at crafting gripping love stories. She's outdone herself here.