A pallid imitation of The Larry Sanders Show, the series works best when its real-life guests are funny.

Unlike their self-absorbed counterparts on MTV's The Real World, these kids don't make you root for the sharks. But their unnerving docu-adventures do make you wonder about their parents.

The Real World is an insult to anyone who lives in the real world.

Fun, swanky nonsense.

If Carvey were actually funny and not just dead-on, I guess this would be brilliant.

This hour-long show puts the city's locations to stylish use, and the first episode careens along with slam-bang action, but the whole concept feels-closer to slapdash.

There are a few weak jokes, but in its substance, look (fly fashions), and sound, this could be a real trendsetter.

Mother-daughter tensions dominate the twist-ridden plot.

Is there an audience out there for a sweet, modest ensemble comedy about the staff of a Pittsburgh radio station, WENN, in 1939? Let's hope so.

The show needs work-—why all the breast jokes?-—but [Lithgow and Curtin] don't.

The visual components of the show—particularly the armament and the battle scenes—are sleek enough to excite younger viewers. But the plots and characters in Space are as thin as the air up there, and might leave adults floating out in the cold.

It takes a lot to make Saturday Night Live look like a sharp, sophisticated show, but Mad TV's lowbrow stab at humor does just that.

Though the show lacks the inspired cohesiveness of classic sitcoms like Cheers or Seinfeld, it is bright, brisk and well-played.

The show's weakness is a negligible supporting cast, particularly Diedrich Bader and Ryan Stiles.

If this weak, artificial and strained sitcom tickles your funny bone, you might be a redneck.

This is an old scow of a series, hefty and handsome but listing toward tedium.

Stylish and well-acted, this is the rare show in which commercials hit with a jolt, awakening you from the program's potent spell.

The show has a sophisticated sense of humor that suits Silverman's talents. But he is surrounded by an anemic cast.

The tone of Central Park West is so facile, glossy and brittle that its visual style often resembles some frosty Eurotrash perfume commercial. But the first episodes hit the ground sprinting.

Coast to Coast is like some hysterical hallucination for grown-ups, a show that makes oddball cartoons like Ren & Stimpy seem as tame as Muppet Babies.

Too bad none of the five participants have much spark, and nothing unique seems to happen to anybody.

Dream On doesn't seem quite as inventive as it used to be. Still, it is superior to most of the dreck on the networks.

The writing can be clever.

In fact they're all really nice, which is the problem. Except for some minor sexual tension, there's no conflict.

Dr. Katz is a cartoon cross between The Bob Newhart Show and Seinfeld.

Anderson gives the character an irresistible goofy charm, and it's nice to see a western that doesn't take the genre too seriously.

NewsRadio is a nervier, more sophisticated version of WKRP in Cincinnati, updated to a time when people are much less secure about their jobs and far more wary about each other.

The drama is sci-fi lite, rendered with gee-whiz energy and a sense of levity. And it's frivolous and under-imagined.