E!, 11 p.m. weeknights
Just turned 35, Chelsea Handler is narrowly the youngest of the late-night hosts, and though she professionally paints herself as something of a disaster -- her latest bestseller is titled “Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea” -- and continually points up the low-rent, low-viewership nature of the show, she occupies her space with aplomb and a sort of moral authority that takes the edge off the meanness of some of the humor. She has something of a young, post-feminist Joan Rivers about her, but drier, and less hysterical, in the clinical sense, and even when she seems to be seeing the jokes in her monologue for the first time as she reads them off the teleprompter, she stays funny. (Benjamin Reed / Los Angeles Times)
BET, 11 p.m. weeknights
The talk show as tent show. Like an old Jackie Wilson song, this Atlanta-based talk show is built on gospel rhythms, mixing the sanctified and the saucy. As is true of the network as a whole, “The Mo’Nique Show” is designed as black television for black people -- “It don’t happen like this nowhere else in the world,” the Oscar-nominated Mo’Nique said one night recently, “just take a look at the colors of the host, the co-host, the band and the DJ, baby” -- but there’s nothing exclusive in the pitch or the appeal; it’s just a good party, and a loud one. (The host is hoarse throughout.) Lots of love in the air here, and when Mo’Nique falters for a question or joke she’ll go straight to praise and positivity and cultural uplift. (Gary Friedman / Los Angeles Times)