"Hill Street Blues" (Fox, $28 street). Hard as it is to believe that this show debuted 25 years ago, it's even harder to imagine that such descriptives as "gritty" and "dramatic" once applied to "Hill Street Blues."
Hailed in its day by critics, winner of 26 Emmys over six and a half seasons on NBC, the pathbreaking series finally arrives on DVD this week.
The path broken by "Hill Street Blues" has since become so well-trod that it's impossible to re-experience the thrill of seeing it for the first time. That opening episode, with fistfights breaking out in the precinct room, the shooting (and improbable survival) of two show regulars in a bad neighborhood, and the sexual dalliances involving Capt. Frank Furillo (Daniel J. Travanti) and his daytime nemesis, lawyer Joyce Davenport (Veronica Hamel) now seem as dated as that ridiculous, Curtis Sliwa-inspired outfit on street tough Jesus Martinez (Trinidad Silva).
Fortunately, you can enjoy it as a comedy. Certainly the show's creator, Steven Bochco, had a lot of laughs recording the commentary track for the pilot, as you'll hear on the DVD. The weird romantic life of Sgt. Esterhaus (Michael Conrad) was such a reliable scene lightener that even after Conrad's unexpected death midway through the show's run, he was written out with a joke about dying during intercourse. Travanti's deadpan stares were as hilarious as Jackie Gleason's. And the outbursts from the precinct's most unhinged cop, Belker (Bruce Weitz), "dogbreath!" "hairball!" instantly entered pop culture lore, along with Esterhaus' daily admonition to "be careful out there."
After "Cops," "Hill Street Blues" may be the funniest police show ever made.

Here's something that doesn't happen everyday.