The Millers

The Millers shows what a thing of glory hear-the-laughs sitcomedy can be in the hands of masters.

Together Bridges and Martindale pretty much steal the pilot from everyone around them.

[The pilot is] very much a patch job on a project that needed more than a quick fix, but the direction it takes is encouraging.

The show has its moments, but almost all of them belong to Martindale.

As much as I don't like it, I pretty much love the whole cast.

The first half-hour of The Millers is so banal, it’s just sad. There’s no promise lurking anywhere in the setup, nothing that could get better and become more central as the writers find the show’s voice.

The question is, who's laughing? Worth asking along with the aforementioned curiosity about what the programmers were thinking, not only about this mother but all the rest of this unutterably mirthless enterprise--the dim-witted father (Beau Bridges), too stupid to use a telephone properly, included.