Even the most diehard of Western fans should keep on scrolling.

I did catch enough of "Hart of Dixie" to tell it's formula absurdity for the "princess" demographic of magical thinkers who now imagine being lifesaving doctors as well as rescued royals.

[Neil Patrick Harris was] hampered here by a format that might work better on daytime TV than at night, and better in the U.K. than here, and by gimmicks that seem more in step with the Velveeta spirit of "America's Got Talent," and by a show that's almost willfully aggravating, he may have met his match with Best Time Ever.

While it's nice to see a show that isn't cops/docs/lawyers, it'd be nicer if the show was better.

After this overheated effort to make Charlie interesting, or at least different, she's basically just another Carrie Mathison without the pills.

It's the anti-talk show, the talk show that isn't a talk show, the talk show from another planet--that would be Staten Island--talk show. And yet, in a weirdly unexpected way, it almost works--and potentially could work.

The multi-ethnic cast is appealing and their cyber notions are nice, but it's hard to tell where this curious concoction is headed. They're certainly loading the dice with paranormal possibilities. [6 Oct 2000, p.B51]

The strange alt-reality of Sean Saves the World, where a hundred bits of TV past--floating aimlessly in our memories--have coalesced into a cultural artifact that feels as antediluvian as a Walkman.

The stories may hardly be innovative... but their very familiarity becomes comforting.

The Save Me pilot saves itself artistically. But debuting in a summertime double dose makes series salvation improbable.

Disjointed operates on another plane of altered consciousness, which may begin to explain this genial, harmless misfire.

It is breathtakingly inept. Either that or subversively brilliant: A send-up of every mawkish cliche, idiotic plot twist or ludicrous splatter of dialogue that's propped up every preposterous secret agent thriller.

Marred by the usual hospital prime-time melodramatics, Pure Genius is still a compelling idea matched to a superior cast.

Gritty, jarring, profane and smartly produced.

It's hilarious, really, and refreshing, and original and - absolutely - an acquired taste.

In a word, The Listener is boring. Or, if you prefer alliteration, listless.

Yes, cliches about wealth and privilege abound and are confirmed, or perhaps further embedded....But NYC Prep is so eager to establish a kinship with "Gossip Girl" that it's forgotten to tell much of a story.

Cheer Perfection is numbing in its ordinariness--dull, trivial and never, ever outrageous.

In two unbearably long hours, the film says nothing that wasn't said first, or better, 21 years ago. And where the original had a palpable air of menace, a mood hot and sticky with fear, the TV sequel is as fast-moving as a stagnant pond. [4 Mar 1988, p.7]

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

Competent spinoff, but the formula tends to wear like a straitjacket on Whitaker.

The whole project feels salaciously sleazy, unless you're enjoying the proceedings, in which case it's juicily depraved.

Past Life is a straight-down-the-middle cop procedural--"Cold Case" with a gimmick--when quirkiness, humor and even some bogus science or crackpot theology would have given it some heft or at least a sense of fun.

No, it's not exactly "House." But it isn't like any other show, either, with its mad mix of moral dilemmas, medical crises, family ties, double-life-living and, y'know, rubouts 'n' stuff.

Their [Matthew Perry and Thomas Lennon's] Odd Couple feels like the kind of time-filling time killer that's chasing viewers to other options.

A prime-time soap that wants to be harder-edged than “Empire,” but instead manages to be less fun.

What's fascinating is just how ruthlessly it has been edited, or (more likely) re-edited since the breakup to turn you-know-who into Little Ms. Perfect.

While The Neighbors sketches something genuinely creative--and truly weird--its comedy doesn't really come together.