The villains of this series clawed their way to the finish line in anticipation of next week's finale.
Last night's episode was incapable of coming up with a joke that it didn't then beat to death.
“There’s no need to be sorry about the truth.”
Is it possible to medically diagnose a television show with schizophrenia?
Girls hasn’t been much of a fairy tale this season, but pinch me if Adam isn’t the shirtless Prince Charming of our generation.
A party is thrown! A men's health awareness party.
Is anyone else increasingly frustrated at how phoned-in this season has been?
The thing with Idol is just when you write it off as a bloated waste of time and effort, it comes back with a nice, tight hour of television.
Last night’s episode was a welcome reprieve from the emotional torment we’ve suffered over the last few months.
In which Ann, April, and Donna sing a Cyndi Lauper song.
NBC tries to salvage a failed spinoff. They shouldn't have bothered.
A pretty good episode until that last minute. What the hell, Community?
Man, this is one beleaguered marriage!
If the competition starts now, what the hell have we been doing for the last eight weeks?
Everyone's looking for Drew.
Smash may be the only scripted television show in history that is also a reality show.
So much stabbing.
Can Taylor's old friend bring the crazy back to this show again sometime soon?
Last night's episode gestured, if only briefly, at something complicated.
Cary and Kalinda sitting in a tree …
Girls seems intent on dragging us through the uncomfortable muck of real life.
Off to Vegas! Why are they traveling so much this season?
For his fifth SNL hosting gig.
The long, cold march to Idol's top ten men and top ten women ended last night.
It's movies week on Glee, and the show sings its 500th song.