I’ve said it here before. But I don’t understand why so many critics think that every TV show that premieres on an outlier outlet such as Amazon or Netflix has to reinvent the wheel. What’s wrong with plain old quality television? Based on its debut episode, I think that is just what is offered by David Letterman’s Netflix series, “My Next Guest Needs No Introduction.”

The introductory hour — filmed in front of a live audience at New York City College — opens with Letterman making a few light jokes and then introducing his (apparently) surprise guest: POTUS # 44, Barack Obama. From there, the duo go into a far-ranging, yet seemingly intimate conversation. That conversation is frequently intercut with a filmed segment wherein Letterman walks across the Edmund Pettus Bridge with civil-rights hero and Congressman John Lewis, talking to Lewis about Lewis’ 1965 walk across that bridge, when he and other protestors were beaten by police officers.

After all of his decades of on-air neurosis and irony, it’s nice to see Letterman loosened up and actually enjoying some conversation. Back in Letterman’s salad days on CBS, more than one critic noted that Letterman not only had an edge, he was the edge. Probably those same critics are now complaining about Letterman’s newly-found laidback-ness.

Too bad. I enjoyed this breezy conversation between two members of an obvious mutual admiration society. The worst you could say about Letterman here is that he is perhaps a tad fawning (as opposed to “The Tonight Show’s” Jimmy Fallon?) — but if you’re going to genuflect to someone, you could do a lot worse than Barack Obama.

As for Letterman’s civil-rights lesson, I’m sorry to say that its message remains all too relevant, particularly in light of the current White House Administration. So it certainly doesn’t hurt to be reminded yet again how blacks continue to live more poorly than whites in the U.S., not because of race but because of long-inherent policies.

With an upcoming guest list that includes George Clooney and Tina Fey, it’s likely that future episodes of “My Next Guest” will have a much lighter social agenda than its premiere episode. Hopefully, the series will remain just as captivating.



















Want quality TV? Better watch BETTER CALL SAUL


Please forgive my bluntness. But I have seen so much shit TV in my life, I get pathetically grateful for a show such as “Better Call Saul.”

A little background: I only ever watched the final episode of “Breaking Bad” (of which, most of America must know by now, “Better Call Saul” is a prequel featuring the sleazy lawyer from “BB”). My wife and son, however, were “Breaking Bad” fanatics, guaranteeing that they’d be compelled to watch this follow-up series.

Call me naive, but I initially viewed each show from only its surface details. Why should I care about some white-bread schoolteacher who goes into the meth business? Why should I watch a show that looks like a bad, elongated lawyer joke?

But I happened to catch the opening of “Better Call Saul’s” debut episode, and I was intrigued. The opening was filmed in black-and-white (Who does that on a TV show these days?), and I’m a sucker for The Ink Spots (whose song “Address Unknown” was used for the opening’s soundtrack). So I made a point of watching the episode all the way through.

It was stunning.


First, you’ve got Bob Odenkirk, who plays small-time lawyer Jimmy McGill. Even when he’s trying to look professional by wearing a suit coat and tie, he looks as though he slept in it. Just the appearance of this guy gives off the stench of desperation.

Then you have writer-creator Vince Gilligan, who has an eye for detail that is rare in television. In Jimmy’s first scene of the debut episode (SPOILER ALERT!), Jimmy defends (fairly eloquently) a trio of teenagers. He makes it sound as though they’ve pulled some minor prank or burglary and they should be let off the hook.

When Jimmy finishes his defense, the prosecutor, wordlessly, rolls in a TV and proceeds to put a tape in to play on the TV. A man in the courtroom walks out before the tape even begins. Why does he do that? The tape answers our question. It’s a video that captured the boys doing something rather unspeakable with a corpse. As the tape continues, many other courtroom witnesses walk out in revulsion.

Now, that scene would have played just as effectively without that guy’s initial walk-out. But for me, that walk-out was the tiniest of hints that you’re in the hands of a master storyteller. From now on, if Gilligan throws in a detail that leaves you scratching your head, it’s not because he’s a sloppy TV-maker. You can trust that there will be a payoff somewhere down the road.

The show’s second episode is even more compelling and amazing than the first. There’s a prolonged scene in the desert that the show’s makers readily admitted was a tough one to pull off. Sand and dust were blowing in the actors’ faces, and positions of the actors and props had to be shifted constantly due to the changing arc of the sunlight.

Then later, there’s a bravura sequence that “quotes” the movie All That Jazz. It’s a long but thoroughly engrossing montage of Jimmy handling case after case and showing all of the minutia that goes along with it. If you’re expecting typical, nail-the-camera-to-the-ground television, you’ve come to the wrong TV series.

All of this is by way of saying, the show’s movers and shakers probably could have gotten by with less. A lot of TV looks as though it’s done on the run. Even this show probably could have sailed along on the coattails of “Breaking Bad” and done the sleazy-lawyer-joke type of series that I had anticipated.

But no. This isn’t a show where you can turn on the TV and work on some home project while you’re watching it. This is a piece of entertainment that you actually have to pay attention to, as you would with a really good movie.

And they’re doing it on television. Every week.

Thank you, Vince Gilligan, Bob Odenkirk, and every single actor and crew person responsible for “Better Call Saul.” Thank you for going the extra mile — even when it leads to a desert.