Contributor: Paul Asay

Mike and Frank look to turn people’s trash into other people’s treasures—and make a bit of coin for themselves in the process.

A rollicking adventure that gives viewers an hour-long diversion without giving them nightmares.

No matter how many times this detective seems to die, he keeps coming back—on both sides of the big pond and on all sizes of screens.

The X-Files’ Gillian Anderson is in another creepy drama. But instead of chasing aliens on Fox, she’s hunting a sexually sadistic serial killer in a broodingly dark Irish series.

UPDATED REVIEW: Asked if the channel ever told him to stop pushing boundaries so hard, Denis Leary said, “No, FX is absolutely the best group of people I have ever worked with. All they do is ask us to push the envelope even further.”

An ABC Family series based on the movie based (loosely) on Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew.

This show is clearly more preoccupied with who’s sleeping with whom than whether someone might be part of a sleeper cell.

Netflix’s new dystopian drama leaves a lot to be desired and very little to the imagination.

UPDATED REVIEW: The Horseman doesn’t have a head … and this whole show seems to survive without a brain.

Pokémon XYZ reminds me of the Hanna-Barbera cartoons I watched as a kid: The good guys were good, the bad guys were silly, and no one ever really got hurt.

UPDATED REVIEW: Kevin Bacon tracks down a serial killer who is already in jail (and reportedly dead, too). How does that work? Well, it seems this guy has cult followers doing his sadistic bidding … on this sadistic TV show.

The Jonas Brothers move their sitcom to the West Coast and bring a mellower, more mature vibe along for the ride.

While the twists and turns might be different, the problematic content is much the same.

It’s a summertime medical procedural, but with half-dead spirits walking the halls. With a setup like that, you’d think Saving Hope would be at least a little different.

Stephen King’s 11.22.63 would, in terms of its story and sci-fi vibe, feel right at home in 1960s. If it didn’t have all those f-words, of course.