This week's theme was “truth,” which Meredith informs us can be quite painful. And conveniently, each patient's problem reflects painful truth for a doctor. Surprising? Not on this show!
There was a moment, late in last night’s episode, when we legitimately feared that Jim or Pam was going to die.
In the best-ever episode of the greatest reality show of all time, Bonanza City was torn apart by religious differences.
We're not out of daytime-soap-land, but that cheeky Weeds satire has finally caught up with this season's meanderings.
The “heroes” on Heroes sure have been caught up in worldly pursuits lately. Boring worldly pursuits.
We here at TMYLM Recap Central acknowledge that many people find the Zenlike pace of this show, um, challenging. In fact, one popular online coinage from a TMYLM forum has now become a kind of unofficial motto: It's "like watching paint fuck."
This week brought us so much joy — and nausea.
A show in which all the doctors look like models and somehow — somehow — every patient's problem reflects the messy love life of the resident who treats him. How convenient!
Carell's not an inherently showy performer, but he's so skilled at bufoonery that the show can't help itself sometimes. But his antics last night sent a promising episode careening off the rails.
Which Kid Nation contestant would we most like to see drink bleach?
Heroes is like some mutated lizard that's sprouting a half-dozen extra, useless arms willy-nilly.
No shoot-outs or punch-ups descended upon us this week. Instead, we were regaled with a stream of bodily issues.
The difficulty in recapping Tell Me You Love Me is that, well, nothing happens.
Hello, McDreamy! Hello, zombie patient! And finally, welcome back, Grey's Anatomy watchers!
Nothing could quite top what happened in the first 25 seconds, but the show certainly tried.
The kids debate the ethics of killing animals and reach a consensus: They feel like chicken tonight.
All the suburban demons really came out to play in this episode.
Nathan Petrelli's beard is a masterpiece.
It's finally here!
Heroin, yes, heroin. Smack, junk, horse.
We'll admit it: The gang really did a bang-up job on Part Two of the hotly anticipated (!), shocking (!), season finale of The Closer.
Instead of getting all tangled up in the disappointing ludicrousness that Weeds has been spiraling into these past couple of weeks, let's focus on a few delightful and hope-giving moments.
Has Letterman mastered the art of the interview to the point he can control a chat while he’s being interviewed, by Oprah no less?
Every year in early September, America's pop stars gather together in one place to promote their crappy albums and to try to make the terrorists hate us even more. And by that measure, last night's MTV Video Music Awards in Las Vegas were a huge success.