This is “The Da Vinci Code” crossed with “Indiana Jones” with dialogue courtesy of a Magic 8 Ball.

Here’s the kind of firm even “Boston Legal’s” Denny Crane would have the sense to close down. And I don’t think I’ve ever sat through so many penis jokes in the 8 p.m. hour.

The show is often so gross, one is tempted to suggest that our local arts schools should start steering its graduates toward more meaningful fields--such as automotive mechanics or doggy waste disposal. But Blue is also frequently funny in a raunchy “American Pie” way.

With the breezy action comes some valuable knowledge about magnets and ammonias. Who knew TV could be educational? ... This reboot looks to be a pleasant way to start the [CBS Friday] lineup and the weekend.

The problem with Partners, as you'll discover if you watch the first two episodes, is that they already made that show years ago and it was called "Will & Grace."

The Paul Reiser Show is stale and dated.

From Will Ferrell, Adam McKay and Anne Heche comes this mostly numb comedy about a judge with a messy personal life.

Training Day veers toward the funny bone when it should be going for the jugular. Paxton acts in the pilot as if he’s in a remake of “The Dukes of Hazzard” and he’s playing Cooter. He tones it down in future episodes, but he’s never menacing or scary or even ambiguous.

Do No Harm, a modern spin on Robert Louis Stevenson's "Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde," sounds lame. Yet it is so fast-paced and slickly produced, it could just be your new guilty pleasure.

Rosewood tries so badly to create the next prime-time super couple, but the duo at the heart of this awkward crime procedural are less together than they are apart.

There are some adorable tots mugging hard on NBC's Guy with Kids. The adults muck it all up.

This little dramedy, an adaptation of a Spanish series, has that USA “Monk” comedy-lite vibe going for it.

I’d ask for a script doctor, but it’s time to call the code and be done with it.

One Big Happy is light and forgettable.

The lack of suspense and originality is depressing.

You can take the spiked head out of Jersey but you can't stop his "Shore" ways.

Hate touches a comic nerve, the war of independence between teenage girls and their moms, but invariably settles for a hug when a few more slammed doors might be funnier.

It's all about their attitudes, and on that front, Man Up! is a downer.

This is one of the least authentic family sitcoms on TV, right down to the horrible home set, which looks like it was cribbed from the scraps of canceled shows.

This show violates so many tenets of storytelling, it deserves to be tossed in the clink. Outlaw is about as entertaining as a legal brief on the case of Wall v. Paint Drying.

"Watching Ellie" is a mess of cliches and lots of straining for chuckles. Louis-Dreyfus makes it look like a huge effort, which is all the more obvious because her Elaine on "Seinfeld" was seamlessly amusing. [15 Apr 2003]

You may laugh, but you'll hate yourself afterward.

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

Netflix’s sequel series Fuller House is a triumph of canny calculation over creativity. The extended 40-minute premiere is the best fan-service of any reboot ever.

It's an appealing premise that quickly bores with bad writing. [28 Nov 2002]

This franchise finally jumps the sharknado.

Worst Christmas Ever seems to be under the impression that if it continually lamp-shades its own awfulness--the inane plot, the atrocious acting and production values, even that it is a Lifetime movie--that it will somehow make up for it. But that’s not how math works.

Much of Hunters seems like torture porn. McMahon overacts as the unhinged Hunter who seems to want to destroy humanity but is taking the long road to armageddon. Phillips is just miscast as humanity’s best hope.