[An] amiable send-up of small-town life.

[A] dreary, derivative sci-fi series. ... Such silliness might be palatable if Alba were more than the sum of her svelte, zippered bodysuits. Instead she pouts throughout, speaking in a Valley Girl drone.

The premiere episode is pitiless—more pitiless than funny, actually—as it introduces the soap-within-the-sitcom's vain, stupid, ruthless young stars.

This new Fugitive has a very good Kimble in Tim Daly.

Achingly real stories of desperate teenage love, emerging sexual identity, athletic pressure and parental confusion.

Actually watching Big Brother five nights a week (total air time: 3½ hours) seems like the entertainment equivalent of enduring gavel-to-gavel convention coverage on C-SPAN.

Sex is showing more creative staying power than I expected.

Arli$$ is like a high draft choice who becomes an established starter but never fulfills his superstar potential.

Can you say "ill-conceived"?

Now that's daring television.

In more ways than one, ER's new competitor is tough to watch. But the effort looks to be worth it.

If all this sounds more painful than funny, you've hit on the show's main problem.

NYPD Blue's trademarks are still in evidence: the layered characterizations; the slangy, pungent dialogue; the black humor that usually makes you laugh in spite of yourself.

Critics justly extolled The Sopranos for its brilliant blend of compelling drama and mordant humor, and the first three episodes of 2000 contain no signs of slippage.

You'll laugh so often that you may not notice the blessed absence of a laugh track.

All this may not make sense on paper—or anywhere else—but creator Steve Hillenburg (schooled in marine biology as well as animation) has made it a continuing comic delight, wildly imaginative yet never too clever for its own good.

It's stylish, clever and unpredictable.

Popular makes valid points about the unfairness of social stratification. But with its gimmicky camera work (whoa, we're on fast-forward) and flights of surrealism (talking frog in bio lab), it tries too hard to be hip.

The new series, though well-acted, may be overcrowded with characters.

Though it seems a product of calculation more than inspiration, Roswell has appeal.

Harsh Realm looks to be capably acted and artfully creepy, but I'm not sure I care to get involved in another dark, paranoid drama from Chris Carter.

Given that there's no earthly reason for Angel besides the sex appeal of David Boreanaz, it looks like a pretty good show.

The main problem is Amy's fluctuating competency level. In the pilot she floundered as if she'd never been inside a courtroom. She starts strong the next time, then yields to feelings of inadequacy before her mother gives her a jolt of tough love. Come on, get a grip on that gavel.

The young actors are natural and convincing, and the high school characters manage to be funny without too much Dawson's Creek glibness.

It's hard to imagine a flimsier enterprise than this new detective series.

The West Wing sure looks like a winner.

Though the characters endure some familiar embarrassments... the honest performances and perceptive writing will have you feeling freshly empathetic.

Don't know if this extremely edgy material will wear well, but I'm up for more Action.