Inheriting “The Tonight Show” throne this week, Conan O’Brien has taken NBC’s late-night institution old-school.
Steve Allen old.
O’Brien’s approach is the most off-the-wall and unpredictable since Steverino invented the job in the ‘50s.
The impish Irishman favors a spontaneous style. Though not as strong in his opening monologue, he may be the best improviser in “Tonight’s” distinguished line of succession. He also leans heavily on taped bits — doctored news clips and set-up sketches.
Maybe too heavily. His inaugural show was particularly indulgent in its reliance on prerecorded elements. Did he really need the long segment that found him driving around Los Angeles in a 1992 Taurus, set to the music of Billy Ocean?
Of course, O’Brien has had three months to prepare for his new gig, so it’s understandable that he has a sizable inventory of prepared material.
There’s no question he hit the ground running — with an opening skit on Monday that had him legging it at top speed from Manhattan to Los Angeles. His route took him through the outfield at Wrigley Field in Chicago, where he was chased by the grounds crew.
Coincidentally, Jimmy Fallon sprints down the street each night at the top of “Late Night” (which follows “Tonight”). Maybe NBC has its late-night personalities on a fitness program.
Even without the aerobics, O’Brien is notably light on his feet, marveling during his Tuesday monologue that he had made it to a second night. “Anything that runs this long on NBC is considered a smash hit,” he said.
His first guest, Will Ferrell, had struck a similarly skeptical chord the previous night about O’Brien’s chances of longevity, saying, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m pulling for you, man. But this whole thing’s a crapshoot at best.”
Conan scored a 7.1 rating for his big debut, more than his major time-slot competitors, “Late Show” on CBS and “Nightline” on ABC, combined. While his ratings dropped 30 percent for Tuesday’s show (and will probably continue to erode all week), that was still 22 percent better than Leno’s average for the last quarter.
Among the changes in the O’Brien format is far more banter with his announcer, Andy Richter, who stands behind a lectern at stage right. For all we saw of or heard from Jay Leno’s announcer, John Melendez, he might as well have been in a cave in Pakistan.
Instead, Leno used Kevin Eubanks, his bandleader, as a foil. That seems unlikely to happen with Max Weinberg, O’Brien’s taciturn musical director.
While Leno saw himself as the people’s host, shaking hands with the crowd lining the stage each night like a politician working a rope line, O’Brien prefers to work at an ironic distance. But he’s also more animated and expressive than his predecessor, mugging his way through his routines.
The new guy with the pompadoured Jimmy Neutron hair, is, Carson-like, establishing some signature gestures right off the bat, like his Chippendale gunslinger pantomime as he comes out for the monologue.
O’Brien peppers his jokes with pop references. Usually they’re spot-on, like his claim that the tour guides at Universal Studios, the site of his production facility, are always confusing him with actress Tilda Swinton.
Once in a while, he’s off the mark. In the middle of a story about shooting the film “Angels & Demons,” Tom Hanks, the Tuesday guest, hooked his thumbs into his armpits and began flapping his arms like a bird.
“What are you? Chico Marx?” said the host. Umm, you probably meant Red Skelton there, Conan.
Maybe he simply didn’t want to name-check anyone named Red. In his short run thus far, O’Brien has already acquired the unfortunate nickname Coco, a play on his first name.
The thing about O’Brien is that he’s very hit-or-miss. But at least he’s emptying his gun every night.
In its first week, the show has acquired a more expansive, scattershot tone. It feels less rehearsed than Leno’s regime, but at times, out of control. For all his free-form irreverence, the new host has come across as jittery and over-amped in the early going.
O’Brien has managed to turn up the heat on “Tonight” while dialing back the pace.
Good luck with that, Coco.
// Channel Surfing
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