The Office
"Last year, my performance review started with Michael asking me what my hopes and dreams were, and it ended with him telling me he could bench-press 190 lbs. So I don't really know what to expect." I'll tell you what you can expect, Pam: a healthy dose of interoffice romance analysis with a dash of "satisfactories" and "adequates" to taste. Not particularly helpful if you're an employee, but plenty of fun if you're an at-home viewer. You know, as it turns out, it's performance-review time here at TV Guide, too. I'm thinking maybe I ought to use Dwight's "I am awesome" karate-chop stairwell technique to prep for my big sit-down with the boss. Although without the charts and graphs, the whole presentation pretty much falls apart, and I'm just not that willing to commit to the joke. (Great, now I know what the "Additional comments"

box on the form is gonna say this year: "Follow-through on random silliness sometimes lacking. Raise denied.")

I must admit, I'm pleased to see the complete jackass side of Michael Scott back in action after a few weeks of legitimate, albeit hilarious, pathos. Between his badgering of Jan Levinson-Gould into an awkward it's-not-you-it's-me conversation and his dismissal of Tom, the guy who used to work in accounting [insert hideously inappropriate yet uproarious gun-to-head motion here], I think my brow might be permanently furrowed from a full half-hour of constant cringe-laughing.

It seemed like the camera eye contact in this episode was bordering on out-of-control Jim, Kevin, Dwight, all with the devilish glances and yet it got me to full-on chortle every single time. What can I say? These guys have got me in a comedy death grip, and they're not letting go.