While "Men" may have the nutritional equivalent of stick gum, there's some genuine charm here along with a surprisingly seasoned and talented cast.

Forced, frantic and continually preposterous.

There's nothing unexpected here, and certainly no adventure, just who's sleeping with whom, and who's the daddy, and why they're still so juvenile, and how Tom Berenger ended up in this soapy soup.

Problem is, the show is more comfortable with cliché than subtlety.

A groaner from beginning to end.

Why, then, this debacle, with bad jokes, listless lines and a parade of cliches? Beats me.

Uncle Buck is sometimes funny like a poke in the eye. It's crude and vulgar. The jokes are obvious, the situations cliched, the characters obnoxious. Would you believe a lecherous insurance agent named Doreen Douche? [10 Sept 1990, p.9]

Knight Rider is a disaster, a remake so deliriously and delectably bad that you have to watch just to tell your grandchildren that you were there.

Momma's Boys is so dreadful that it effectively neuters critical disembowelment before the operation even begins.

A couple of the lines are surprisingly offensive, and a couple others even surprisingly amusing.

The storms in this production have more personality than the characters who chase, study and prepare for them.

It's all about the women-in-terror kick of frying them alive. (Oct. 15's episode promises a bride who's shot during her wedding.) Reprehensible.

Yes, offensive, but the second episode loses that element, which suggests Fox got the message. Not surprisingly, it's the better of the two.

Because this is an all-for-one, one-for-all musical act, these groups are tight and have to be. As a result, the six finalists are very good--which largely makes for good TV.

It's silly, ridiculous, fun, outrageous and absurd. Plus, there's Brad.

Frankel's repartee may make it seem as though she's missed her calling as a Borscht Belt comedian, but underneath it all she really has no sense of humor.

The third season was a two-headed monster. One was Sam and Ron; the other was Shore's typically moronic, casually vulgar, breezily amusing self. Guess which one was unwatchable.

Feels like a rebuilding year here. Veterans trying to hold their spots, rookies working to make the team. Whether a winning lineup coalesces remains to be seen.

Competent soap, and the new season is frothier than ever.

All those greens and blues--and I'm just talking about the trousers and jackets--make you almost forget how well-written and acted this show is; even the medical jargon seems (ummm) un-jargony and informative. The mini dramas are mostly, however, just a light summer breeze, as befitting unpretentious Pains.

Still absorbing. Still painful.

ThunderCats fanboys and girls will approve, although the story does feel a lot darker and more violent.

JUNKies follows a familiar formula, but adds a buoyant burst of adrenaline when the guys spontaneously react to the inventions and their makers.

It's "Reno 911!" with bloody bite.

How could you possibly go wrong with these two? You couldn't.

A big fat wink to fans. The fifth season looks like a winner.

OK, caution dispensed, tonight's episode is a good start. But wait till the baby comes.