This new version looks like Franco moved on to something else long before he finished it.

There's a glimmer of hope here, and her name is Rebel Wilson. Now, the show needs to match her talents.

In spots, it's been turned into an antic Saturday morning cartoon. A shame.

A convoluted mess, despite great potential.

The show feels lived-in, making it all the more inviting to dwell there ourselves. [23 Sept 2003, p.B23]

Likable lead and cast, but Rel otherwise feels like a tepid, tame commercial network sitcom.

The actors hit that soap sweet-spot between honest reality and lurid theatricality under direction from pros like Michael Apted and Catherine Hardwicke.

Formula procedural but at least a comfortable, easy-to-watch one, with a comfortable, easy-to-watch lead.

Unsupervised is a cheerier, less nihilistic "Beavis and Butt-head Lite," and not remotely as funny or trenchant.

Problem here is that Beers is yoking his specialty with something that is not his forte--reality competition. The result often feels forced and frivolous.

It's fabulous in every sense of the word.

A not nearly as bad (as you feared) cop procedural, plus toys that go boom.

The new show is very violent, in bursts, in between all the poetry and music. I don't know why, but violence bothers me less when its mixed with lyrical scripts like in "A Man Called Hawk." It's like Shakespeare on TV. ... Any script becomes Shakespeare when Brooks gets his vocal cords around it; pearly words float out of the TV. [27 Jan 1989]

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

Though American tastes are mocked here, too, laughing at your own group doesn't necessarily excuse laughing at others.

Russian Dolls is so busily edited--is any shot longer than 3 seconds?--that there's no flavor of anything.

A competently made soap with some good actors and nicely staged musical numbers.

A messy newcomer with a "Twilight" saga vibe and "Twin Peaks" DNA.

The Narrative knot is further jumbled by all the head games Two plays on him and everyone else. Six is on shifting sand, and so, too, will you be.

The best thing about "Free Ride" is the lack of pressure to be about something. Trusting its talented cast to embody their own truths, it ambles and weaves, leaving space for the characters, even folks briefly bumped into, to nail a specific attitude or situation.

Private Practice is hugely disappointing, and in so many ways that a mere review can't even begin to do all the problems injustice.

It's hard to imagine anyone over the age of 15 being able to watch this series with a straight face after seeing Tarzan go sniffing through Midtown like a bloodhound, but maybe that's the audience the WB is after. As we said, Fimmel does have great pecs. [3 Oct 2003, p.B47]

Wild start, but a good-looking one.

Another insufferable nose-pressed-against-the-glass reality romp that says the rich are just like you and me--only rich, and exceedingly, tiresomely narcissistic.

Even actors with the amplitude of Watts and Crudup can’t pull Gypsy out of this induced coma. One reason is a hook--a genuinely interesting one--that refuses to come to life.

The cast feels solid, and likable, jelling swiftly.... Then comes that final distasteful sex gag. Let's pray it's just pilot-itis.

Conviction is so into overkill, it’s hard to tell what to take seriously.

This Bible probably won't offend anyone, but it's hard to imagine it will inspire anyone, either.