Gravity

Gravity feels like just another bit of quirky telly, an attempt to be distinguishable and different in a way that just upholds the status quo. Yet it's also actually very good. Gravity knows exactly how to make you laugh and when you should cry.

Fascinating characters, a solid cast and strong guest casting (Robert Klein and Anne Meara are in early episodes) combine with an eyes-wide-open approach to a typically taboo TV topic. The result is an intriguing series and a sense of the impact Chris Albrecht will have as Starz CEO, a job he started this year.

Schaeffer's come up with original, fascinating characters who, as Dorothy Parker would say, might as well live.

Gravity’s inability to find a consistent tone may lead to its early demise.

There's a certain "Twin Peaks" influence to the nuttiness of the show's plotlines and an attempted morbid irreverence reminiscent of HBO's fondly remembered "Six Feet Under." But at some point, the influences cancel each other out and you're left with half an hour of -- well, nothing

This charmless and laugh-free dud yearns to be bold as it constructs an odd relationship between a young widower (Ivan Sergei) and a moody cosmetics clerk (Krysten Ritter).

It's not funny, it's not engaging, it's not in any way, shape or form a good match with "Party Down," and I would advise those of you watching that show tonight to change the channel abruptly as soon as the end credits are done rolling.