David Letterman has never struck me as particularly talented, just surly and a little slow. Admirers have long defended Dave’s godawful interview skills as proof that “Late Show” is “the anti-talk show.” I enthusiastically agree, and will extend that idea further: Letterman is the anti-comic – anti-insightful, anti-curious about his fellow human beings, and, worst of all, anti-funny.
“Late Show” is a kind of senior living center for sarcasm: Despite being put through half-hearted exercises in the activity room – The Top Ten List! On the Street Segments! Interruptions by That Annoying Shit Paul Shaffer! — irony still begs to be euthanized before the musical guest hits the stage.
Obviously, though, Dave is not against messing with his female staff. So the sadly aging fratboy was forced to publicly confess to an unspecified number of affairs with “Late Show” employees during a 23 year relationship with his apparently invisible girlfriend-turned-wife. Why? To “protect my family” from the publicity that would de facto ensue from the extortionist’s campaign .
Let’s survey the situation: A late night comic and latter-day “family man” gets endless mileage off the sexual shenanigans of public figures – including the unwed, pregnant 18 year old daughter of an obnoxious politician — and then whines as the spotlight invades his own chronically open zipper. Isn’t it ironic?