Observations about Late Night with Conan O'Brien, starring... uh, you should know this already.

At last, there's a late-night talk show where the gaseous wiener's the running gag, not the host. I always liked Conan's work on The Simpsons, and Late Night carries on that tradition of high quality with top-notch (to say nothing of side-splitting!) sketches like The Art Gallery and Desk Drive, in which Conan and his cohort Andy Richter wheel the traditional talk show furniture staple around a series of badly superimposed backgrounds. Equally cheesy but no less amusing are Conan's chats with celebrities "via satellite" (actually, they're just stills of celebrities, with Bob Smigel's voice and lips tacked on, but I won't tell if you won't!), which often prove more entertaining than the actual guests.  Oh, and there's plenty of thrills for fans of more conventional talk show elements, like a great band (a GREAT band?! Hell, the Max Weinberg 7 is the best in-house band on television, although judging from the competition, that's really not much of a feat...) and well-known guests ranging from Sting to William Shatner. I'm not crazy about Conan's enthusiasm for Kids in the Hall and Saturday Night Live (I get the feeling that he gushes over them to stay cozy with that moron Lorne Michaels... WHY!? If you ask me, "Late Night" doesn't NEED to be shackled to that talentless has-been! If Conan were smart, he'd ditch Michaels, create his own company, and produce the show himself... but I digress), and a few of "Late Night"'s most recent sketches have been censored by the "good" folks at Broadcast Standards and Practices, but those are teensy weensy inconsequencial quibbles. Conan O'Brien slices, dices, and makes julienne fries out of Leno, Letterman, and Greg Kilborn (OK, I've officially beaten THAT joke into the ground...), so check him out every weekday night at 12:30 on NBC.

TV FUNHOUSE

After years of contributing great comic sketches and cartoons to popular NBC shows like Conan O'Brien and Saturday Night Live, writer Robert Smidgel has decided to strike out on his own in the series TV Funhouse.  This show starts out a little like Captain Kangaroo or Pee-Wee Herman, with a dopey host who creates different themes for each episode and dresses appropriately.  Unfortunately for him, the animals who are supposed to co-host the show are more interested in having adventures of their own... after giving him some lame excuse, they leave en masse to bars, strip clubs, casinos, and even a cannibalistic cafe whose motto is "You Eat What You Are".  Meanwhile, the host mopes around on his own, showing the occasional cartoon (classic Smidgel stuff like Wonderman, a horny superhero who's the exact opposite of The Ambiguously Gay Duo) and short black and white film.

There are a few things you'll notice pretty quickly about TV Funhouse.  First, the puppetry and cartoons that made Conan O'Brien's show even better and Saturday Night Live almost worth tuning into don't work so well on their own.  Smidgel's material is great for holding more substancial comedy bits together, but without them, the stiff animation, less-than-Muppet quality puppet wrangling, and crude jokes go from funny to irritating in thirty minutes.

Secondly, if The Drew Carey Show is, as its star has said, "the drinkingest show on television", TV Funhouse is easily the fuckingest.  You can't go five minutes without seeing someone banging someone else, and although they're always puppets or cartoon characters, it's still a little disturbing.  Special guest Triumph the Insult Comic Dog (yes, THAT insult comic dog) actually gets himself stuck inside a leather clad poodle, and then has to perform stand-up live in a Las Vegas casino with the prostituting pooch still attached.  Robert Smidgel's apparent obsession with sex becomes even more grating when he goes out of his way to slam abstainence in a parody of those old instructional films which compares sexual responsibility to holding in a bowel movement indefinitely.  Ha ha.  Yeah, that's, um, really hilarious.  Let's see you try to laugh off those genital warts after having a one-night stand with someone you've never met, Robbie.

Finally, I'm still not sure if Robert Smidgel is trying to make the show work on its own merits or just cashing in on his best creations from SNL and Conan O'Brien.  Triumph has already made several guest appearances on the series, and even before that, all of the dogs in the show had that same rough Slavic accent.  Despite this, the best characters from Saturday Night Live only make brief cameos in the opener... they're never in the show itself, which is aggravating because The Ambiguously Gay Duo rates up there as one of the best animated comedy sketches ever.

TV Funhouse didn't really meet my expectations, and after watching a couple months worth of episodes I doubt that it will ever improve.  It's good enough to keep you tuned into Comedy Central after South Park is over, but I personally think Smidgel's best work is still on Late Night with Conan O'Brien.