Its debut run takes full advantage of everyone's chemistry with each other, not just by focusing on them individually, but by mixing and matching players depending on what the story needs. At the end of season 1, everyone has had a meaningful or fun exchange with everyone, which makes the Clyburns feel more fleshed out as a unit.

It’s rock-solid, gripping television with multi-generational appeal.

If all this sounds hopelessly hokey — and there are stretches in "The Madison" where it irredeemably is — then you'll want to do something else with your Saturday night. Otherwise, there's beauty here, some nice performances and a welcome pivot away from the mayhem of "Yellowstone."

Essentially a grief-stricken version of Green Acres.

It’s an altogether milder kettle of trout. It is, in essence, a Saga cruise in a Stetson; a languid meditation on retirement stuffed with cloying aphorisms and thuddingly simplistic depictions of grief.

The Madison should be coursing with emotion, almost overwhelming in its strength and impact. Instead, the writing is just stagnant, awkward and predictable as it tries to wring out more emotion.

Her [Michelle Pfeiffer as Stacy Clyburn] incandescent rage provides the only source of illumination in this tired parade of anti-elitist tropes straight out of a Fox News opinion show. The performance is good enough to make one wish Sheridan had any idea how to write material worthy of the actress.