Mostly "The Morning Show" is a show in search of itself, uncertain of what to say about the #MeToo movement and workplace misconduct, or how to explore those real world parallels (Charlie Rose, Matt Lauer). This is because "The Morning Show" is often a mashup of verisimilitude with outright balderdashery.

13 takes the heat off itself with an over-packed second season that doesn't quite walk back the controversies of the first, but attempts to talk them back.

It's still the Meredere (or Deremere) show, and Cristina's right. It's just ... so ... over.

19 feels exactly like a Shondaland show, but far more like a crossover than a spinoff. There’s perhaps a bigger problem: NBC’s “Chicago Fire” already does this show and does it well.

Time after Time is timeworn.

Truth Be Told doesn't let its issues come from the characters. The issues are the characters. Maybe future episodes will flesh out these people, but they initially serve as stick figures on which to hang "outspoken" opinions seeming not necessarily their own.

The early hours are mostly placid, even docile. What must have come to life in the pages of the book struggles to find so much as a spark on the screen — difficult, admittedly, through the pall of smoke and shadows that tend to choke it. The characters are bland, too.

ABC's new computer animated Shrek half-hour seems to disqualify itself from the timeless category almost immediately by insisting on being "hip" (which means anti-hip), usually at the expense of feeling real.

Bitter, brutal, depressing.

This louche Lucifer is mostly a cop procedural snooze.

The first half is tautly produced, before there's a dramatic--and dramatically dull--downshift that'll get you ready for beddy-bye.

"House" often does work well as straight history. It's that fantasy part that's missing. Other than dragons, there's little magic or mystery in this corner of Westeros — or that epic sense of wonder that made "Thrones" so thrilling through the first seven seasons. At least those dragons are fun.

The show doesn't demand to be binged, but sampled. It could air on USA just as easily. Danza, who doesn't break from type, is another steady reminder of TV past, specifically his own. Why this is on Netflix is a mystery bigger than any the Carusos will tackle this season.

This all felt too commercial, too slick, too “American Idol”-ized. The Passion is Christianity’s foundational story. This usually--also awkwardly and regrettably--felt like just another TV one.

A well-intentioned slog.

Surface fashion styling can't cloak the underlying framework of yet another CBS procedural.

"Real Housewives" meets "Temptation Island" with an unexpected, and welcome, twist--Lohan is more or less the mature presence.

A compelling if clunky drama about an important figure.

The inside jokes pile up — a few of them actually funny — and there's an undeniable pleasure in revisiting this show and this cast. Except, of course, it's not the real "show" or "cast," but a bunch of actors pretending to be themselves, and probably wondering in the meantime whether the paycheck will be worth the aggravation.

Light as air, not much more substance, "Take Two" is a genial "Castle" redo.

There is some pleasure in reconnecting with the old gang, but that eventually wears off. This revival feels so last century.

The creators of this "High Fidelity" TV series fail to expand on the material to the point where 10 episodes can be sustained.

In spite of impressive pedigree and cast, along with a few laughs, A.P. Bio ultimately earns a gentlemanly C.

"Undercovers" is so content to lapse into genre conventions, that it feels complacent and banal. Worse, Kodjoe and Mbatha-Raw have such minimal chemistry that they seem to be shadowboxing most of the time.

Though Saget is amiable and likable here, the ratio of good quips to groaners is still only about one-to-four.

If you must, watch for the little stuff: Some good performances (Chieng, Yang, Bennet), some funny lines, a clever kicker and that compelling premise. A shame all the rest is a mess.

Fans will love Tuesday night's supersized launch. I'm just limp and weary from it all.

If only I were 12 again. The tween in me would have loved the scruff and the cute and the “wild” antics.