Samantha Bee, I was wrong to ever doubt you. Before her showed premiered February 8th, I acknowledged to some that my only thoughts on the show were “Please be good. Please be good. Please be good.”
And this shit is good. Really, really good. It’s almost as if having the longest running correspondent from The Daily Show assemble a crack team of writers to put out weekly episodes would be a sure thing. Which is clearly what network heads understood when Bee landed her dream gig at that comedy bastion TBS.
I know I shouldn’t be knocking TBS. They’ve saved Bee and Conan for us, and I should be grateful. The bitterness is directed squarely at Comedy Central, the producers of The Daily Show, Lucifer et al. Basically any asshole that didn’t ensure a deal to make Bee the next host of TDS. This was not a joke.
She should be in that chair. But maybe it’s secretly a blessing. Maybe if Bee had to do 4 shows a week, she wouldn’t be able to do extended segments on Syrian refugees. Or send producers to make artsy exposes on failed presidential campaigns.
And if taking over TDS somehow prevented her from dealing with the ways in which woman are still getting fucked over, I would never forgive myself for wanting it.
I know, that’s a lot of clips. But they’re all so, so good. Consider it the penance of a former doubter or the enthusiasm of a new convert. But for the love of god, watch Full Frontal.