There are few funny moments. Give the cast credit for throwing themselves into it--especially Martin--but the proud mama bit gets old fast.

If you like watching rich people sashaying around with a vague mystery as an excuse, Riviera might do, but be warned the dialogue and scenes are often flat--giving you time to ponder the scenery and costumes--and the mystery takes a while to flesh out.

There is nothing new in Killing Reagan from filmmaker Rod Lurie. ... Better to read a book--not O’Reilly’s--but a real history of the man’s life.

While the series tries to dazzle you with high-tech sophistication, it fumbles around when it comes to the human factors.

The network was probably aiming for “Scandal,” but by the end of the first episode the mix of ridiculous plot twists and awful soap-opera-ish dialogue make you wonder if “Scrambled” might not have been more appropriate title.

The series seems to want to exist somewhere between a Pee-wee Herman world, where Miranda exists within her own reality, and “Waiting for Guffman” or other parodies of self-important clueless people. It doesn’t succeed as either, nor on its own terms.

So far the storytelling on Blood & Oil has been crude and obvious.

It’s standard sitcom stuff, but those elements don’t mesh well enough on the series even to reach that low Friday-night bar.... Dr. Ken is disjointed and, worse, not really funny.