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Okay, so, Jimmy Fallon…not the best late night show host. I know most of you are probably looking at the computer screen with a sarcasm-smeared face, as if I just said “A is for Apple.” But for some reason, I thought he’d do better.I really, really wanted him to. What can I say, I like the guy.
I think his brand of humor is pretty cool, but now I know that it’s limited to clever one-liners on SNL’s “Weekend Update.” He doesn’t possess the uncomfortable charisma of Conan, though he obviously possesses the “uncomfortable” part. Fallon’s annoying mannerisms are sophomoric, and reminiscent of a virgin seeing his first set of boobs. The poor guy really looks lost, as if each show is a water tread, and ultimately a travesty.
But, I’m not quite ready to give up on this guy. I’m trying so hard to give him a fair chance, because though Conan was brilliant, he didn’t start that way. Nor Kimmel. Nor Leno, Letterman, and all the rest. So I’ve decided to give him a month or two, and continue to watch, and hopefully watch him develop into the next television staple. Seems unlikely right now, but my fingers are crossed.
You know it’s bad when everybody’s like, “But at least he got The Roots,” as if they are really an intricate part of the show. Questlove doesn’t say a word. He’s no Max Weinberg. He doesn’t necessarily add much besides a little “cool” credibility to the blathering Fallon.
Now I know, it’s truly a skill to be a talk show host. Truly a skill.
