The L Word, 10 p.m., Sundays, Showtime

Showtime's latest oversexed drama is about lesbians--the jock, the rocker, the couple, the closet case--in every shape imaginable, as long as they're gorgeous and willing to take their tops off. A few years ago, this might have been daring, especially when the one straight woman gives in to her bi side within an hour. But now it feels like titillation masquerading as politics, a humorless effort to give the Sapphic sisters a place on the dial with "Queer Eye," "Queer as Folk" and TV's other beloved queer boys. Because beyond that, "The L Word" is just an all-girl "Melrose Place. " Not that there's anything wrong with that.

--Marc Peyser

Bands Reunited, 10 p.m., Mondays, VH1

When you think of the bands you'd have liked to see reunited, you think the Beatles, the Beach Boys, maybe Guns N' Roses. How about--Dramarama? No? Don't let that keep you from "Bands Reunited," a hilarious nostalgia trip of a show that brings together has-been bands and gets them to perform again. Most groups don't break up because they like each other, of course, and much of the fun of "Bands Reunited" is watching the bandmates wrestle with their egos and their pasts for one night of reflected glory. The result is part "his Is Your Life," part group therapy and total retro bliss. -M. P.

Boohbah, Daily, PBS

Humbah, Zumbah, Jumbah and company are the newest bizarre creations by the folks who brought you Teletubbies. These colorful globs of fun aim to keep your children active and deliriously happy. They expel air to fly (what kid doesn't love a fart joke?) and perform goofball exercise routines so tots can spin, stretch and jump like the Boohbah do. Move over, Barney, and make room for Zing Zing Zingbah.

--Lorraine Ali