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He crashes with a hot single mom and her Hansonish son.
"This is weird," the kid tells Corbett at one point in the expensive-looking pilot.
Well, the bureau takes yet another hit on (CBS, Tuesdays, 10 p.m.), which was worryingly unavailable for preview, stars Danny Aiello as a private eye. There's also Steven Bochco's manic-depressive sitcom. Now, Bochco is attempting to do comedy in the context of a drama by teaming bumbling Jim Belushi and intense James Remar as the principals of a Hollywood private-security firm.
My own semiprofessional threat assessment is that , Bochco and co-producer David Milch don't try to reinvent the genre here, they just tweak it a bit and sprinkle it with lots of ultraviolence.
The show tired me out but had me wondering, "How come no R. Put it this way: It's enough to give you faith in ABC. COPPING ANOTHER FEELINTERESTINGLY, ABC FOLLOWS (9 p.m.), making for a double-header of new shows that mention existentialism in the pilot.
Meego seems like a kind of toned-down Mork from Ork, but there's a ringer in the house: Jonathan Lipnicki, the wacky little scene stealer from that had this boy wishing the world would end — soon.
What follows, then, is in effect a handy, dandy taster's guide.
TOUCHED BY A MARTIANTHE SHOW THAT BEST defines the strange, mystical, spaced-out place we're at as a TV culture is fame plays a war hero/alien-probe victim/retro, hunky Christ figure from the past who returns to earth 50 years after disappearing into the Bermuda Triangle.
We'll always have But that giant sucking sound you hear is the new fall season.
No congressional inquiry, ratings system or little fucking V-chip can save your ass now.
Matt Le Blanc as Joey Tribbiani, David Schwimmer as Ross Geller, Matthew Perry as Chandler Bing, (front l-r) Jennifer Aniston as Rachel Green, Courteney Cox as Monica Geller, Lisa Kudrow as Phoebe Buffay ' VE SEEN THE BEST minds of my generation become ... the less best minds of my generation, starving, hysterical, stupid, dragging themselves off crusty couches, clutching the clicker at dawn, looking for a fix of programming that doesn't make them howl in agony.