Stephen Colbert, alone

Stephen Colbert, alone
Screenshot: The Late Present

Earlier this week, the networks introduced that every one of their New York-based late-night reveals would go audience-free beginning on Monday, due to the virulent non-hoax that’s the coronavirus. However on Thursday over on CBS, Stephen Colbert’s Late Evening bosses threw him the late-innings curveball that that coverage would go into impact that very evening, leaving the host to get a leap on his colleagues’ laugh-less monologue expertise with hardly any discover in any respect.

To be truthful, Colbert did guarantee himself a number of chuckles by packing (effectively, smattering) his theater with a number of dozen of his crew, though their ensuing titters echoed hollowly via the Ed Sullivan Theater as in the event that they have been watching their boss bomb big-time. Colbert didn’t bomb, fortunately, taking his network-mandated self-isolation in stride, with only some modifications to the usual nightly stand-up routine. For one, he sat down, clearly feeling extra snug delivering his topical jokes (all in regards to the coronavirus, naturally) from behind a desk, as he’s achieved so many occasions. For an additional, that desk is the place Colbert retains his hand sanitizer (which he slathered comically over himself after forgetfully capping a joke by blowing a kiss), and his secret glass of bourbon (which he sipped from liberally all through the ordeal).

And if Colbert’s set to an eerily deserted theater performed like a type of clips of real-life speak present hosts apocalyptic films throw in to indicate how nothing is ever going to be the identical once more earlier than the zombies, killer bees, or geostorms wipe out civilization, Colbert soldiered on with casual aplomb. Noting how he’d been watching outdated footage of late-night pioneer Steve Allen tinkling on his piano whereas Jack Kerouac read from On The Road, Colbert deadpanned to bandleader Jon Batiste that “That’s what these reveals was,” earlier than whipping off his glasses to beam with gallows humor, “and will be once more!” Following up on that, Batiste helped Colbert check out the brand new, Classic Krusty vibe by taking part in some Chopin whereas Colbert took wholesome, Mad Males-era slugs of his bourbon and stared off into the empty reaches of his late-night kingdom.

Once more, it was somewhat spooky, if we’re being trustworthy. Form of a mournful goodbye to the way in which issues have been earlier than some silly bug price us all sports activities, film premieres, music festivals, and seemingly something on the earth that requires greater than ten individuals gathered in a single place for the foreseeable future. Nonetheless, Colbert, Batiste, and his workers all soldiered on, telling the jokes (hey, Donald Trump genuinely sucks at management throughout a pandemic—who may have guessed?), and telling everybody safely ensconced at residence that, as Colbert put it, “You don’t wish to be a part of the hysteria, however, alternatively, you wish to act with an abundance of warning.”