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Who else thought that Tony was heading upstairs to freak out on Michelle? And how much would she have deserved it? She completely disregarded Tony's plan to save Jack and Paul, effectively putting their lives and crucial evidence at risk. Not only didn't he call her on it, he offered to walk away from the job. What happened to the old Tony we used to know and love? Good thing Audrey helped Michelle realize how valuable Tony is, though I'm not quite sure when anyone had the time to brief her on their torrid past. Meanwhile, I was happy to finally see a positive portrayal of Arab Americans. How cool were those sporting-goods store owners who were willing to die to rid this country of terrorism? But wasn't it just a little weird that two regular guys would be so good with automatic weapons? (Hello, stereotyping?) I kinda felt for Jack, though. He had to get through that gun fight with three civilians behind him. And what about Marwan? While their best agent almost dies protecting evidence, CTU's got their second-best guy on a wild-goose chase for Marwan's associates? Kinda makes me miss old Driscoll, and she's only been gone, for what, an hour? Time to step up, Michelle, and fast. — Robin Honig

Medium
You know, I like this show, but I kinda wish they'd stick to one crime an ep, 'cause the back-and-forthing can get confusing, especially when it's all mixed up with Allison's dreams and visions. I wasn't all that interested in the DA's case against the boy who was paid to take the rap for the murder of a councilman. And Allison wasn't really involved in that anyway, at least not until it was too late. The train story had potential, but it took way too many twists and turns down the wrong track. (First it was a dream. Then a movie. Then a book.) And here's a thought: If the story about two brothers chasing a train was in bookstores and movie theaters, why didn't Ken know about it? After all, he'd spent his entire life researching what had happened to his brother. Maybe he was confused, too? It took me 10 minutes after the ep was over to piece everything together. And I just don't want to have to work that hard! — RH

Fat Actress
Kirstie Alley's dimwitted makeup artist Kevyn (Rachael Harris) tells her employer, "Don't start doing fat parts, you'll get typecast." Umm, I wonder if Kirstie Alley's real staffers had the guts to give her a similar kind of warning before she took a role in which strange valets ask her if she's pregnant. Gotta love that the pleasingly plump star's off-the-cuff sarcastic response turns into a rumor that spreads around Hollywood faster than the name of a good plastic surgeon. And speaking of artificial enhancements, Alley doesn't seem to have had any noticeable nips or tucks, and aside from the extra padding, which she gained the all-natural way, she looks great for 54. In fact, I wouldn't mind looking like her when I hit that age. And even though I find him a bit skeevy, it was cool that Kid Rock didn't seem to mind her heavyset style, especially when he insisted that he was "tired of all these skinny little Hollywood hookers." Though McG, or at least the guy pretending to be McG, took issue with her growing waistline and said, "She seems to get fatter by the second. She goes to the bathroom and comes back sweatier and fatter." But I still don't get why Kevyn thought that McG was a "brother." The guy executive-produces The O.C., one of the whitest shows on TV. Whatever. That Best Week Ever girl is way funny, and she redeemed herself by fighting for her boss' honor and insisted that the chubby gal could handle the wirework in the third Charlie's Angels installment. Baby or no baby.

Loved the random appearances of Carmen Electra and Melissa Gilbert. It was nice to see the Little House on the Prairie girl get a little testy. As cool as these guest stars are, it is just the tiniest bit confusing (it is Monday, after all) that some of the guests are really playing themselves, some are actors pretending to be real people and some are actors pretending to be other characters entirely — like Kelly Preston (aka Mrs. John Travolta) as the wickedly unhelpful diet guru. I guess it doesn't really matter, because however they show up, they all help tip the scale to the funny side. — Angel Cohn