Full Frontal Episode Review: The B is Back!

at
Share This Post

review

samantha bee full frontal

By that, of course, I meant Bee, as in Samantha. What did you think I meant? Having been, of necessity, mute for all this time since the conventions, the host of Full Frontal had a lot of ground to cover. Knowing, as she undoubtedly does, the attention span of the average viewer—even viewers like your narrator who likes to tell himself he only watches the good stuff—Ms. Bee chose to let the recent past become one with Bonaparte, The Treaty of Westphalia and the Punic Wars, focusing instead on the most recent developments in this election year. To be sure, even at that, there was plenty of material for an entire show.

After reporting on Hillary Clinton’s undoubted demise, as calculated by her haters, since they all know that everything that comes out of her mouth, including the pathetic allegation she is still alive, is a bold-faced lie, the host went on to excoriate her for her disparaging remarks about the worst of Trump’s followers. But then, after letting the candidate have it with both barrels, she made the not inconsequential point that Mrs. Clintons’ assertion that 50% of Trump’s supporters fell into these repugnant categories was inaccurate…and not because it was too high. Based on the polling figures she was able to show, Ms. Bee may not have been entirely off the mark.

Since it represents our first Full Frontal fix in several weeks, I will let you in on the opening segment, below. That said, there was plenty to follow.

Not unexpectedly, the second segment was largely about Matt Lauer’s disgraceful performance as the “moderator” of the candidates’ discussions on the serious topic of foreign policy. You all know the story by now, so after Samantha Bee has so artfully done so, one more time, anything I added in the way of background would be in the nature of checkmating a defunct steed. I have to do enough of that as it is, so let’s let it be.

Instead, let me move on to the second, perhaps more interesting part of the segment, where Samantha Bee, in the role of Jesus Christ, told the angry mob, in the role of most TV journalists, who were about to stone the adulteress, with Matt Lauer in the role of the whore, let whomsoever be without sin broadcast the first stone. Well, not exactly, but her point was clear. Throughout this entire campaign, just about all of the media have been giving unfathomable amounts of latitude to the man who, in return, excoriates them on almost a daily basis. The presumption on the part of these reporters is that the erudite and scholarly American people will easily be able to sniff out all the mendacity (from all the candidates, we should imagine) without any help from the press. Please note that I am hardly doing this segment justice. You really need to watch the show on its rerun or online if you missed it when it broadcast.

Finally, the show closes out with the profile of a pro-Trump Mexican named Marco Gutierrez. Yet another reason to catch the show if you missed it: this guy has to be seen to be believed.

As for the Democratic Party candidate, be she alive or be she dead, Samantha Bee will grind her bones to make her bread in the shows to come. She already has all the raw meat she needs for all the sandwiches she could ever want from Mr. Trump and his crowd.

 

 

Full Frontal, TBS, September 12, 2016

 

Read more comedy news.

The following two tabs change content below.

Thomas Cleveland Lane

Thomas Cleveland Lane is a semi-retired freelance writer for pay and a stage actor for nothing more than the opportunity to make a fool of himself. Well, he does get a small stipend from the Washington Area Decency League, after playing the role of Hinezie in The Pajama Game, to never, ever appear on stage in his underpants again. When he has not managed to buffalo some director into casting him, Thomas can often be found at his favorite piano bar, annoying the patrons with his caterwauling. Thomas is the author of an anthology called Shaggy Dogs, a Collection of Not-So-Short Stories (destined to become a cult classic, shortly after he croaks). He is also the alter-ego to a very unbalanced Czech poet named Glub Dzmc. Mr. Lane generally resides in Gaithersburg, Maryland, and was last seen in the mirror, three days ago.
Thomas Cleveland Lane
Thomas Cleveland Lane
Thomas Cleveland Lane is a semi-retired freelance writer for pay and a stage actor for nothing more than the opportunity to make a fool of himself. Well, he does get a small stipend from the Washington Area Decency League, after playing the role of Hinezie in The Pajama Game, to never, ever appear on stage in his underpants again. When he has not managed to buffalo some director into casting him, Thomas can often be found at his favorite piano bar, annoying the patrons with his caterwauling. Thomas is the author of an anthology called Shaggy Dogs, a Collection of Not-So-Short Stories (destined to become a cult classic, shortly after he croaks). He is also the alter-ego to a very unbalanced Czech poet named Glub Dzmc. Mr. Lane generally resides in Gaithersburg, Maryland, and was last seen in the mirror, three days ago.