John Leonard

As DiMaggio, Titus Welliver is so perfect we want more of him.

If we have to spend yet another summer in the twilight zone of alien abduction, it might as well have the intriguing twist of The 4400.

Worth it just to look at Moreau.

But the Storm King doesn’t disappoint at all. As we have come to expect from his novels and his mini-series, he is Walt Disney’s Evil Twin.

Glorious.

Falcone is as well cast as it’s well made.

It's less offensive to organized religion than your average Christmas-sale shopping mall and a distinct improvement on your average televangelist.

Not to be missed by anybody who ever mourned the passing of Barney Miller.

we are willing to put up for a while with the clichés because Chiklis has always seemed to be essentially a family man even when he was shooting people.

If No Direction Home is less a concert film and more of an American Masters documentary than The Last Waltz was, it is so much longer (by about an hour and a half) that we end up with the same amount of music anyway, and most of this music hasn’t been nibbled to death by cretinous videoheads who think that what they have to say is more interesting than the music they say it about.