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

Punk'd seems to have a budget to rival a commercial network show, and the twist of rotating hosts--upcoming stars include "Twilight" actor Kellan Lutz and "Glee's" Heather Morris--whips up a new level of paranoia.

This might be the first TV series to shame an entire zip code.

The womanizing, booze-guzzling, chain-smoking ad exec (played brilliantly by Jon Hamm) at the heart of AMC's Emmy Award-winning drama Mad Men has found a curvy sliver of joy in his life.

You'd have more fun watching somebody put up drywall.

Judd, who serves as series co-executive producer, makes for a surprisingly convincing action hero. It's when she stops to emote in full mommy mode that the show drags.

Fashion Star is a skimpy little show. You might buy something in the evening, but beware those morning-after regrets.

Shahs of Sunset, which plays like a cross between "Jersey Shore" with an older cast and "The Real Housewives of Oblivion."

Moore's impersonation of Sarah Palin is the hook to reel you into HBO'S latest truelife political thriller.

If GCB wants to soar to heavenly numbers, it better let the devil out to play.

NBC's newest drama Awake adds a drop of fantasy to its crime procedural formula and then practically buries it in musings about the mysteries of the subconscious.

BBC America's Being Human (the original, not to be confused with the pallid Syfy remake) takes a stab at re-inventing itself--and magically pulls off the feat.

MTV's documentary series "True Life" has walked this territory before with far more compelling subjects.

It's also clear that, with the show now starting its fifth season, the contestants have actually bothered to watch previous installments and have strategized. It may keep them in the game longer, but it makes for more predictable TV.

Life may be short, but this comedy is not long enough.

Even at approximately 80 minutes, director/producer Nancy Buirski's work could be tighter, but it's hard to imagine a more appropriate documentary for Valentine's Day.

As the hour proceeds, the tether to sanity--or at least common sense--frays.

The makers of the "River" deserve credit for spilling so much of their "X-Files" myth-ology from the start, but there's not enough reason to book passage on this voyage of the bland.

You'll be left tapping your feet all right--wondering impatiently if there's any sparkle under this drudgery.

Pants hits the tube already out of style.

Your enjoyment of "Vengeance" ultimately hinges on how much you remember the betrayals and back-stabbings of the first season, "Spartacus: Blood and Sand."

With Milch holding the reins, Luck seems a lock for the winner's circle.

Touch needs more work grounding its reality before any of these fantasies take flight.

Lifetime's latest ripped-from-the-headlines biopic, about alleged wife-killer Drew Peterson, is salacious, sinister and downright sleazy. It's also as irresistible as a piping hot box of Dunkin' Donuts munchkins.

It's disappointing this animated series is so tame.

It's a bloody good, gory hour, and I don't know how Southland will top this. But I can't wait to see what's around the corner.

Give Lost Girl a try. You might be seduced.

Like "Lost," the show is burdened with flashbacks and divides its time between the present and the prison 50 years earlier.