at the Main Art w/ Hannah, Blake, Alicia and Uncle Joe
Its watchable and inoffensive with a premise that is catnip for my rat sensibilities, but Late Night too often steers into Nancy Meyers-lite territory. It fails to explore the true nuisances of it fish-in-a-writers'-room perspective and too constantly leans on all-too-obvious (almost grade school-level) observations about diversity. It creates a weird little vacuum that makes cheapens the film as a whole.
Regardless, Thompson is rock solid, and Kaling is very charming and winning. I'm less sure about Kaling's script as a whole, but that could be unlocked fully in the hands of another director.
(Also, pretty sure the projection at the Main Art was screwed up. A good chunk of the upper frame appeared to be cut off at the the top of the screen. If that wasn't the case, then this was just carelessly shot. It's not entirely the movie's fault, but def more difficult to lock in.)