By Matt Roush

This is the portion of this article that refers to our campagins, and to Roswell

The collection of miniature Tabasco sauce bottles on my desk has nothing
to do with my taste buds and everything to do with the appetite of the
devoted fans of WB's Roswell. (For the record, the hot sauce is the
condiment of choice among teen aliens)
Worried that the WB won't renew this crafty sci-fi romance, fans have
sent Tabasco to media outlets and WB programmers. It made me wish a
similar effort had been undertaken for NBC"s splendid and now canceled
Freaks and Geeks -but given the recreational substances those 80's kids
indulged in, maybe it's better nothing was sent in the mail.

Roswell is primarily a guilty pleasure, with much of the pleasure
derived from watching moonstruck lovers Liz (Shiri Appleby) and
sensitive alien-in-hiding Max (Jason Behr) lost in cosmic canoodling.
When he kisses her, she truly does go into orbit. her hickeys even glow.
For comic contrast there's the rockier courtship between Liz's flighty
friend Maria (Majandra Delfino) and Max's brooding alien buddy Michael
(Brendan Fehr).

As WB moves the show to Mondays ((P.M. ET starting April 10) the
producers have heightened the melodrama plunging these dreamy kids into
a paranoid nightmare with glimpses of a murderous shape shifter, who may
be the alien teens' precursor, and warnings of a ruthless FBI alien
hunter.

The twists keep building while never losing focus of the stars' swoony
chemistry. Though not as clever as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the sexy
and suspenseful Roswell deserves to survive.