It’s weird to talk about “the best show on TV” now that The Sopranos and The Wire are off the air, and the end of Battlestar Galactica brings that particular third-way contrarian option to a close.
There’s the old Yeats joke; when Swinburne died, WBY said, “Now I’m king of the cats” — and he was (probably) for the next thirty years. It’s strange now that the new king of cats might actually be on broadcast TV rather than cable — but Mad Men aside, that’s where we seem to be — and there are a LOT of genuinely ambitious network shows out there.
Rex makes the case for Dollhouse, which has indeed picked up. If you were (figuratively) buying stock in a show, it’d be a hot bet. But I’m going to stick with Lost in the drama category (no one does it like you), 30 Rock for character-based comedy (Liz Lemon is our decade’s female answer to Homer Simpson), and The Daily Show/The Colbert Report hour for sheer cultural relevance — simply put, nothing else is essential.
Sorry if those answers seem boring, but that’s just how it is sometimes.