NBC to Ironside: "You might want to take this news sitting down."

Lots of situation, not a lot of comedy.

After she's blown up, taken captive, thrown into a car trunk, tied up, injected with a hypodermic needle by a madman who kills people in a tub of acid, escapes into the woods, gets punched in the face by the madman, who's a foot taller than her, Lizzie gives us that "ow, I broke a nail" look, then goes home to the…

Episode followed by F. Murray Abraham in a long discussion of his role on the show. Uh, OK, F. Murray, considering the show's in its third season and you've been in it for about 4 minutes.

Might be the best series I saw this season on TV. A big fan of Breaking Bad as well, but this very different kind of show was equally splendid.

Mel Gibson. Charlie Sheen. Machete. An all-new meaning to "cutting edge."

It'll be set in Boston, with lots of Boston references and Boston accents and Boston jokes. Oh, yes, and something in every episode about Boston.

Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill in negotiations to replace him.

It's Must-Miss TV!

Nobody wants Dana! Nobody watches this show for Dana! Homeland needs to stop being about Dana! Somebody please tell somebody at Homeland we don't give a fuck about DANA!!!

Probably took 10,000 or more searches to find one willing to call this TV's "best fall drama." (Kind of like what it would take to find one calling Carson Daly the "best new person on The Today Show.")

Come on, let's cancel it during a commercial and beat the rush.

Fred Astaire was supposed to dance on the floor. He made a mistake and danced on the ceiling instead. They left it in.

Showtime's top executives are power tools.

2014's "Django's European Vacation" should make a lot of top-10 lists.

Most of this show was funny except for the part between 11:30 p.m. and 1 a.m.

Aidan Quinn's contract must call for him speaking 3 lines per episode.

Excellent news for the excellent Spader and that amateurish actress opposite him.

Mahowny just wants a plate of ribs. Otherwise, leave him alone.

Justin Timberlake just never tires of cranking out these grade-C, no-one-will-see flops.