Greg Evans

A hyper-vigilant CIA agent on Showtime’s “Homeland” explains her obsession with a new terrorist threat this way: “I missed something once before.”

Haven’t got time for more than one retro-fitted, pseudo-feminist “Mad Men” rip-off?

A high-speed muscle-car of a thriller, Nicolas Winding Refn’s exhilarating “Drive” pumps up its B-movie, heist-gone-bad chassis with arty direction and a go-for-broke performance by Ryan Gosling.

Behold the power of Oprah.

As thousands of gallons of New York City tap water cascade for the first time into the tower footprint pools at Ground Zero, architect Michael Arad is overcome with emotion.

A spy thriller needs a spine as stiff as James Bond’s martini to nickname a character Moneypenny. BBC America’s retro-hip “The Hour” certainly has the nerve, and occasionally even the punch to back it up.

William Hurt’s scowling, growling Captain Ahab is more convincing than the hokey computer-enhanced leviathan he stalks in Encore’s two-part, three-hour “Moby Dick.”

Two summers ago, a 36-year-old suburban New York mom gunned her red minivan the wrong way down a highway and crashed head-on into an SUV. She died along with her 2-year-old daughter, three young nieces and three men in the other vehicle.

Nicknames, says the self-deluded shrink played by Lisa Kudrow in Showtime’s “Web Therapy,” are nice icebreakers.

Barracuda attorney Patty Hewes takes on a ruthless military contractor in the fourth season of “Damages.” My money is on Patty, played by Glenn Close with delicious malevolence.

How does Larry David top the wonderful “Seinfeld” reunion season of “Curb Your Enthusiasm?” Judging from three new episodes, he doesn’t.

Last year’s bumpy, road-trip season of “Weeds” ended with a finale so fine all was forgiven. With tonight’s season premiere, that cliffhanging airport arrest of dope-dealing mama Nancy Botwin is still paying off.