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Have you ever watched the CBS…eh…variety show…called After Midnight, starring Taylor Tomlinson? In case you’re a little behind the times, it replaced the Late Late Show with James Corden. In case you’re completely out of tune with broadcast television, it doesn’t matter; go to bed, now, and forget you ever read a blog.
Well, After Midnight is an odd show, to say the least. It’s sort of like a really lame game show mixed with a weak attempt at personal interviews with D-list celebrities. If whatever you’re promoting cannot compete with the likes of Tom Hanks and Morgan Freeman, you go on this show and pretend everything that comes out of mouths is funny.
I’ve watched this sleeper a few times, now, and the most I have gotten out of it is noticing how equally annoying and attractive the hostess is. Taylor T. is the epitome of that classmate you both hated to be around and felt strongly drawn to at the same time. You hate to be around her because she’s likely to make you feel two inches tall and humiliated, yet you sit across the room from her at a party and wish, repeatedly, for her to come sit with you. You’re never sure if she’s single or if she’s in any kind of trouble; everything is a joke to her, even a tragic story that would make you retch. If she has any sympathy, it’s hidden under a forced laughing facade. Then, by the time you’re about to leave the party, you realize, even if she came to sit with you, she’d only make you feel bad, anyway. So, you leave the party feeling deceived and empty inside.
That about sums it up. After Midnight is the cheap party with plenty of alcohol and illusions you leave with an empty feeling and a lingering attraction to the hostess.
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