The thing I love most about Lehrer is that his songs are so damned clever. Part of it must be the particular (non-pop) style in which he writes, but when I try to think of a modern act who could pull off a line like "Just sing out a 'Te Deum' / When you see that I-C-B-M" I wind up with They Might Be Giants and that's…

To me, Colantoni will always be Elliott DiMauro, head photographer for Blush magazine. (OK, sometimes he's Mathesar the Thermian from Galaxy Quest.)

Paget Brewster shaking down and interrogating the children was adorable, as was John Stamos doing everything with the children. I started laughing as soon as the little girl ran in terror from Sara's direct questioning and didn't stop until that scene was over. Whoever is casting children for this show knows what…

“It’s either she’s a genius who is way over my head or she is a deranged
sociopath who needs to be institutionalized.” “It has to be those two.
It can’t be anything else.”

The main thing I'm struggling with in the Damien Darhk saga is that, as Darhk points out yet again, Oliver is constantly trying to track him down to force a face-to-face confrontation, in which Oliver is then defeated almost effortlessly. Isn't a change of approach in order at this point?

As far as the main plot is concerned, I think it comes across as tonally off-base because there are two different value systems at war with each other, and the show lets them fight it out in a realistic way. Gerald, whose childhood suffered at the hands of an appearance-focused culture, initially wants no part of…

The Jake/Holt plot was pretty much a reprise of the one from "The Mole" last season, where the two of them stay up all night and become increasingly delirious and silly. That episode got an A-, so I can only conclude that it was mostly the fat-face/mumps prosthetics that ruined it for our reviewer.

Both characters are half-delirious with fever. I reject LaToya's criticism that their emotional logic didn't make sense, because of course it didn't.

Some friends of mine are partial to "The Solid Gold Answers."

Legends Of Tomorrow does have sort of a "pre-teen MMA fighters trying to make their dreams come true" sound to it. But many a good show has had a terrible title: Terriers, Better Off Ted, Cougar Town, etc.

In several of the shots where it was being swung around I'm pretty sure it was a doll. Though it can be hard to tell with reptiles. They're awfully good at holding still.

Which is what I thought we were all talking about, hence my response to @drdarke:disqus which I guess should have been directed to you; you initially said it hadn't been "seen" since Barney Miller, but it had — just not by many people. :)

That did exist, but it's not the one I'm thinking of. The one I'm thinking of had nobody famous and nothing going for it, which is no doubt why it tanked so hard (and why I associate it with either NBC or FOX. :)

NBC had "The Last Precinct" (starring Adam West!) in 1986 and "Pacific Station" (starring Robert Guillaume!) in 1991, and I think I remember some other forgettable one-and-done cop show in the late '90s/early '00s on either NBC or Fox, which some hack reviewer trotted out a Barney Miller comparison for.

Who could blame her? If I may be shallow for a moment, at its height, between Flockhart, pre-haircut Courtney Thorne-Smith, Lisa Nicole Carson, Jane Krakowski and Portia di Rossi, Ally McBeal had the most gorgeous cast on television.

I am the type of guy who would need a "man cave" for all of the reasons (both helpful and harmful) listed. A space filled with things that don't matter to anyone else and don't fit into any of the pictures in the catalog that (a fairly large cross-section of mostly) women have decided is how adults are supposed to…

I guess the "fixer" element in her personality is attracted to his constant state of minor crisis? Or something.

True — mine is raspberry preserves.

Also, hooray for Mary Elizabeth Ellis putting two and two together in mid-conversation and realizing that if Stew & Dean do smoke out the actual SUV smasher, that will also accomplish Stew's real goal of forcing a rewrite of the smear piece in progress. And communicating it to her husband in a way that kept the fact…

I bow to no man in my love of salsa con queso, but just eating it right out of the jar with a spoon is a bridge too far. You gotta have some chips or crackers or something with that stuff, man.