“What would be completely unexpected, yet organic, at this point?” “I can’t think of a thing.”
Late Night (2019) is a fairly conventional take on the stresses of putting on a talk show, ranging from the writers responsible for the jokes, right to the pinnacle – the talking head. It sails through the expected elements: stale jokes, lack of diversity, complacency and jealousy of position, and what happens when the show’s personnel are suddenly slated for replacement.
Sprightly, it has some laughs and some good acting, and is … unmemorable. For me. I suspect other audiences might love it.
But not me.
