I will say that CSI:NY is still far and away my favorite, but I do enjoy CSI: Miami.
As a fan, let me offer some compliments, and a few (I hope) constructive criticisms.
I think Khandi Aklexander is one of TV's finest actresses, but I find the way she speaks to the dead irritating. And in one episode I saw recently she actually tenderly caressed the hair of an 18-year-old girl's corpse, which I found downright disturbing. Let's try to keep it all-business.
Second, I don't want to give his/her name, but the worst actor or actress in prime-time TV is on this show (IMHO). It's impossible to believe one wooden word. If you agree, you know whom I'm talking about. (If you disagree, you have no idea whom I'm talking about, so I know I haven't offended you.)
On the other hand, Eva La Rue is so gifted, natural and relentlessly attractive as Natalia that you wish she were onscreen more. (The same is true, by the way, of Milena Govich on Law & Order. Dennis Farina for Govich is the best trade since Olden Polynice for Scottie Pippen.)
Also on the plus side, this show looks outstanding in HDTV. It also features the most dazzling and opulent architecture on television; the HQ alone is an improbably gaudy masterpiece. (That's another thing I like about CSI:NY: its crime lab actually looks like what I imagine a lab looks like.)
And then there's David Caruso. He seems to have embraced his Shatnerian side, to the extent where he should have "Honeybaked" stamped on his forehead. My favorite moment in each show is when Horatio arrives at the crime scene.
Well, "arrives" is the wrong word.
He actually stands near the body but a little ways away, posing manfully, until Frank notices he's there. Then, without looking, he says, with gravity, "Fraaaank...?"
And Frank fills him in on the details of the body's discovery.
Then Horatio takes off his sunglasses (a la Robert Stack in Airplane!) and says something very dramatic, usually implying that Frank doesn't appreciate the seriousness of the situation. Something like, "This is just the beginning" or "Trust me, this is no game." Then cue The Who.
Somehow, Caruso makes it work perfectly. And thanks in part to his character's gravitas, the shot in the Rio season premiere where Horatio is praying for vengeance at Christ the Redeemer was dramatically right, visually stunning and a Who fan's dream.
My only hangup -- and I admit this could be all in my head -- is that the brightest, sunniest show on TV also stars TV's palest, freckliest actor. Every time I see David Caruso on this show I pray that he's slathering on the sunscreen.