In Californication, another cranky novelist goes Hollywood, bamboozled by sun and skin.

The Company is a plodding look at the CIA, enlivened only by Michael Keaton as the spookiest spook.

Two new shows saddle great female leads (Holly Hunter, Lili Taylor) with far-fetched premises.

Jon Hamm stars as a hotshot creative director at a New York advertising agency that is equally eager, in 1960, to sell cigarettes and Richard Nixon.

The Kill Point bucks a trend. Hostage shows have not fared well as series television. The combination of claustrophobia and suspense seems to wear everybody out.

Heartland asks us to sit still for a Treat Williams who, while once again practicing medicine, is even more of a noble noodle than he was on Everwood.

Think of Flight of the Conchords as Cheech and Chong in the East Village, or Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels in Alphabet City, or Vladimir and Estragon Do CBGB.

After a lackluster season three, in which every story line felt wearily familiar as the gang ambled ever more aimlessly around L.A., the show seemed in serious need of a reboot.

In Meadowlands, a whole town is under surveillance— which doesn’t prevent some truly creepy behavior.

John From Cincinnati, HBO’s new surf drama, offers an unlikely mix of salty spirituality and gnarly waves.