It's a funny, creepy, touching thriller that had me laughing one second and peeking between my fingers the next.

Everything feels like a put-on; nothing seems plausible.

Sounds promising, but the premiere falls flat.

Rob is clumsy and uncomfortable, not to mention completely devoid of chemistry among its actors or subtlety in their delivery of "jokes."

If the writers relax their death grip on that formula and Handler stops choking the proceedings, Are You There, Chelsea? might be worth another look.

Nothing has really changed.

If you want bold activities, high drama and laughs motivated by something other than fame, tune in for Season 2 of Shameless.

ABC, you can do better than this drivel you call Work It.

A grisly tale, feuled by West's mesmerizing performance.

By pulling the curtain back on the magic of Neverland, Willing has stripped all the fun from a marvelous classic.

Hardy and the supporting cast deliver.

The gang delivers a ton of mostly low-brow laughs, but they're laughs nonetheless.

Johnston, Faison, Knight and Basche have their moments, but more often than not they hammer the jokes home, mugging insufferably as they do so.

Sad to say, another round of Black Friday madness would deliver more laughs than this brainless new sitcom.

Most of these characters are by-the-numbers denizens of any Western. Thankfully most of the actors make them more interesting than the sometimes atrocious dialogue should allow.

It's dark, disturbing and a little downbeat--which isn't a dis at all.

Whitechapel defies the odds, however, rising above its cliches with solid writing, taut direction, evocative cinematography and great performances by Penry-Jones, Davis and Pemberton.

Horowitz and Kitsis are clever and playful in how they insert the fairytale characters into the present day, which kept my interest even when, as I said earlier, I was chuckling.

[It's] a new season of jump-from-your-seat scares and shivery twists that will leave you breathless.

In its third season The League is sharper and raunchier than ever, and the aforementioned cast members, as well as Mark Duplass, Jon Lajoie, Stephen Rannazzisi and Katie Aselton, score TDs with nearly every line.

It's fun to look at, but there's not a lot of substance underneath.

The hauntings are staged for maximum creepiness; the show (and James) look great.

None of this, of course, is cutting edge new. But if you buy into the show's out-there fantasy of the suburbs--and I do, because I fear them--then you'll be amply entertained.

If they keep the cute at bay for more dinosaurs and dirty dealings, this should be a great ride.

Thanks to the rock solid performances of Bello, O'Byrne and co-stars that include Kirk Acevedo, Kenny Johnson and Chicago homeboys Tim Griffin and Aidan Quinn, Prime Suspect rises above the formula network procedurals that focus more on forensics than good, old-fashioned grunt detective work.

Charlie's Angels is as absurd as the original 1976-81 series that launched the careers of Jaclyn Smith, Kate Jackson and Farrah Fawcett (and her hair).

They say Revenge is a dish best served cold, and here it's downright delicious.

Some might say the show is overstuffed with stories, but I had no problem following the various strands, even if some were less interesting than others.