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While I can’t imagine why we’d want another Dracula, this one’s sturdy enough. Next time, though, how about a subtext that speaks to the feeding frenzies of HMOs, Microsoft Windows, and Donald Trump?

Lost returns with more questions, few answers, and an audience whose patience is wearing thin.

Just as your disappointment fades over last fall’s new shows (Standoff), here come the midseason premieres to re-stoke your excitement.

This thoughtful, earnest, and perhaps a shade too on-the-one-hand, on-the-other mini-series, escorting us with many a wise talking head emphasizes one irony while ignoring another.

Don’t imagine you are tuning in to The L Word behind bars. Bad Girls is much better than that�it has a rough Oz edge and some of the feminist wit of Jonathan Demme’s Caged Heat.

On his new sitcom, David Spade trots out old gags about couples, while 30 Rock’s leading lady frets that she’s not in one.

It’s a new day for 24, but the show seems to suffer from even more credibility issues. And is Jack Bauer feeling guilty or what?

There is little new to stare at in Courteney Cox’s smooth Dirt�save for the show’s troubled paparazzo.

The mini-series Tsunami reveals what was lost, and what remained.

3 Lbs. joins Grey’s Anatomy in the sexed-up hospital genre: plenty of sin, skin, and scalpels.