I'm hard on this medical drama, but that's because I really, really liked the first two seasons. So I just want it to regain its footing and be totally awesome again. Last night's two-hour season premiere showed some promise, but there were a few moments that kept us from being totally confident that it is on the right track.

Most of us expect reality TV to be a little outrageous, with either scantily clad girls making drunken fools out of themselves or some vicious cat-fighting during the course of competitions, but some contestants just don't know when to stop, like Survivor's current bad boy Russell, who lied about being a victim of Hurricane Katrina, emptied his tribe's canteens in the dead of night and tried to gain sympathy with a tale about a dead dog. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it's just morally reprehensible and sometimes we're actually scared for their fellow contestants. We've collected some of the best/worst of these borderline moments (though there were so many, we could have filled the whole list with CT, Bad Girls Club or Big Brother alone) to see which really crossed the line.

As expected, Heather Locklear has agreed to appear on the new version of Melrose Place as bitch queen Amanda Woodward. And while she's the best thing that could happen to that mediocre, at best, rehash of a series, this "show saver" could do so much better. We've got some ideas on shows she could improve just by being in their general vicinity.

Katherine Heigl is a baby-blocker, and Jim Breuer is bogarting that ex-SNLer sitcom money. And America loves NCIS shows. Who knew! Oh, yeah -- everybody knew.

After a shaky start last season, Dollhouse, the latest offering from cult leader/TV show creator guy Joss Whedon (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), came into its own and actually became pretty awesome. A bonus episode on the DVD set took us into the far future of the programmable-people world of the Dollhouse, and added yet another layer of mystery, as well as more anticipation for the second season. We sat in on a conference call with Joss himself to find out what's in store for his regulars, whether Firefly or Battlestar Galactica is winning the guest-star war, and how the Attic is like an episode of Small Wonder.

Buffy has spawned! Buffy has spawned!

The ridiculously popular NCIS has officially spun off into SoCal, with, really, a brilliantly guilty pleasure-tastic cast. LL Cool J and Chris O'Donnell are buddy cops who investigate crimes committed against military personnel, and the principal from Kindergarten Cop is their boss. Fair enough. I like all those people, and generally think they're fun to watch running around doing important things, but I feel the same way about Mark Harmon. Doesn't mean I watch NCIS every week.

This is a well-made, well-acted, topical show, and yet I still can't bring myself to get excited for future episodes. I'm not sure if it's the subject matter that had me bored, or what the problem is, exactly, because on paper, The Good Wife has everything I look for in a show.

If Christian Slater's last show, My Own Worst Enemy, had been a little less high-concept, it might still be on the air today. After all, Slater is eminently likable, and he played two great characters alongside a strong supporting cast. But the plot, in which Slater flip-flopped between a spy persona and a suburban dad cover, could get confusing, especially since the line between his two lives was shattered from the word "go." (The fact that Dollhouse has made it to a second season with a similar plotline is a testament to Joss Whedon's fan base and Eliza Dushku's workout regimen.) So what do you do with a charismatic lead like Slater now? You put him in an incredibly familiar show, one that your viewers can understand easily, since it's pretty much a duplicate of the popular show Cold Case.

They keep hyping this new Oxygen show The Naughty Kitchen as being from the people who made Ace of Cakes, but aside from the fact that they both involve food and plus-size chefs, I don't really see all that many similarities. Duff's a big old softie who likes to goof around with his employees and make sugary confections and play with power tools. Blythe Beck on the other hand is a gravelly voiced executive chef who rules with an iron fist and likes to drink a lot and make raunchy comments. Both have their merits, but there's not a lot of common ground.