Contributor: Paul Asay

Netflix’s new hybrid drama-documentary fails in multiple ways: historically, narratively and morally.

I wonder if the edgy content in MTV’s marijuana-focused series paradoxically illustrates just how far the former music network has fallen behind the times.

No one ever claimed military life was easy. But who knew it could be so sudsy?

Raylan Givens is like Vic Mackey with a southern drawl, Jack Bauer without the time constraints. He may be a good guy, but he sure seems to do some mighty bad things.

Henry and Trish wanted their wedding to be picture perfect. A killer turns it into a TV show.

A whole lot has changed in the medical-comedy world since a gaggle of fresh-faced interns first lusted over “McDreamy” in 2005. (But not when it comes to the sexualized, over-the-top plotlines.)

Any time the Gospel makes its way to secular television in a reasonably coherent, respectful fashion, that’s good news indeed.

Most gated communities are built to keep the bad guys out. But is it a problem if you’re also locking vampires, werewolves and at least one succubus in?

If this CW show seems like a bad telenovela, well, that’s the point.

If the Coen brothers, the members of Monty Python, the cast of Jacka–, the screenwriters for Seinfeld and The Three Stooges teamed up to make a sitcom, it would look something like this FX show.

Technically, Richard Castle’s a mystery writer. So why doesn’t he publish a book about why he does so little writing and so much crime fighting with a beautiful NYC detective?

Designated Survivor is back … on Netflix. And it’s bringing more problems into the Oval Office than it had on ABC.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself. Unless, of course, it’s gulping down flies, hornworms and stink bugs.

Simply put, American Gods is the worst show on television. And it’s not even close.

This TNT crime drama’s whole appeal, beyond the big names involved, is its tawdry, tantalizing setup.