Sometimes comedy illuminates hard truths with a pointed urgency that other means can’t quite achieve. Sometimes comedy is just funny. This series of posts is mostly about the former instances, but the latter is valuable, too.
One of the things I most admire about Seth Meyers is the way he’s taken his slice of network programming that crossed in the a.m. hours and generously extended so much time to let his gifted writing staff have fabulous showcases for material that clearly reflects their own sensibilities. This isn’t entirely innovative. It was a related instinct that brought the nation Chris Elliott’s various lunatic bits when David Letterman held down Late Night. Meyers, though, has a stronger egalitarian streak, which in turns leads to the astute realization that he isn’t always the best person to address certain social ills. At times, he acknowledges this little fact head on.
Among the comedic murderer’s row Meyers has assembled, Amber Ruffin is the Babe Ruth. I’ve thought that for a while, but my theory hardened to certainty when I watched her recent segment offering pointed, perfect commentary on the question of what to do with the cultural offerings created by rotten men. And Ruffin gets extra credit for the extra kick delivered to House of Cards.