A rare HBO misfire--but I do hope Amy finds peace.

Dreadful. Or to use a more manly phrase, aaarrgggh, awful.

Amusing to watch, but not particularly scary. "Creepy" seems the better word.

Showtime lets them take their time to spin serpentine story lines, gradually pulling us deep into one very sticky, scary web of intrigue.

A not-bad start that promises to take Dex (and Dexter) in a slightly new and fresh direction.

An enthralling film.

There's no "here" here.

"Suburgatory" falls flat--a flatness that will be accentuated by the smart suburban comedies that bookend it.

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.

The opener is marred by a conventional plot. The producers--who include Steven Spielberg--show almost complete indifference to science (or sci-fi). That said, TV's most ambitious new series has some promise.

A gorgeous production, though the story sometimes keeps it on the tarmac.

"Men," of course, remains the King of the Emmys, while Empire nailed the equally prestigious Golden Globe for best drama last winter. But Sunday begins to build the case for Empire, and build it convincingly.

The X Factor is a hugely entertaining endeavor full of malarkey, good performances (and bad), and enough momentum to keep you engaged from the first overblown second to the last.

Reboots can work ("Hawaii Five-0"), but they haven't got a prayer if they lavishly, ludicrously, embrace all the hooey and hokum of the original. Welcome to the new Angels.

A gritty, almost plausible winner, and distant reflection of Stephen Spielberg's "Minority Report."

There's texture galore in this city-shot cop hour, eyed by handheld lenses echoing "Homicide's" edge (and director Peter Berg's "Friday Night Lights" intimacy).

The show's core relationship is appealingly relaxed. It dares to suggest successful coupledom lies less in heated passion than in being able to dress down and screw up and know you're still loved.

If you love Zooey Deschanel, this one's for you. If not, a pass.

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

Unforgettable was on no one's list as one of the "buzzier" fall pilots, but that doesn't mean it's not one of the better ones. It is.

The well-written pilot has a couple of brazenly vulgar sight gags, but nothing that will shock "Two and a Half Men" fans.

A not-bad formula gothic that'll rise or fall on the Dekker/Robertson chemistry; I'm betting on the former.

The angel on my shoulder says H8R is a piece of slime, bringing out the worst in everyone involved. But the devil on my other shoulder says this show is the logical outcome of our culture's celeb-obsession, and everyone involved gets precisely what they deserve. Which is soooo fun to watch.

A well-rounded, nicely mature comedy.

It's inert, lackluster and a trifle old-fashioned. Even the action scenes feel geriatric. It's also vaguely silly--a big reason the venerable good twin/evil twin gambit is better suited to comedy than drama.

What's missing here, besides laughs? Chemistry.

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

This remains one of the best shows on TV, and (as usual) not for all tastes.