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The performances and the scripts are not only fun, they're educational: Donovan continues to provide sparse narration to share spy tricks of the trade, which are sometimes interesting (watch for some nifty tricks involving gun powder, face scanning gizmos and nail guns) but sometimes come off like Spying for Dummies: 'In any covert operation, your first concern is remaining undetected.' (Ya think?)

It's all tinged with a dose of sexy, smart-ass assurance. You'll constantly be asking yourself 'How the hell are they gonna get out of this one?!', and you'll love watching the answers unfold. This is spy action first and foremost, all of it impressively crafted within the creative confines of episodic television: car chases, covert operations, guns, assumed identities, stand-offs, explosions and impossible escapes.

If you're familiar with the formula from Season 1, nothing has changed. Also back is the super cool vibe that ricochets through every episode. Michael's guilt-inducing mom Madeline (Sharon Gless) also returns with her own mission this season: to get Michael in therapy. The blueberry yogurt is back, along with the Dodge Charger (don't get too attached to Sam's Cadillac or Buick). One of Burn Notice's strengths is the adrenaline rush it creates with its continuing storyline, continually interspersed with single-episode cases that Michael (Jeffrey Donovan) tackles on a freelance basis with the help of his friends Oil and Water: former girlfriend Fiona (Gabrielle Anwar), the gun-toting babe who likes to shoot first and ask questions never and former Navy Seal Sam (Bruce Campbell), Michael's mojito-loving sidekick. But I can't complain-this is what makes the show so darn fun. He gets dumped into the middle of a dangerous case, the corrupt carrot still dangling in front of his face. But as Season 2 starts, Michael is firmly entrenched in Square One without any real clues to his predicament.

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You remember: The one that ended his professional career and stranded him in Miami, vulnerable to attack from an endless array of disgruntled associates. The last time we saw former secret agent Michael Westen, he was driving into the back of a semi en route to a rendezvous with the people responsible for his blacklisting. Why do you have to be such a tease, Burn Notice? Here I was thinking we were about to get some real answers. 'For a tough guy, you sure dress like an Easter egg.'