Ze Frank pulled himself out of self-imposed retirement to deliver another one of his signature, rapid-fire soliloquies, this time waxing about the writers’ strike.

As always, his wordplay is impeccable, his insight is dead-on and he hasn’t lost an ounce of funny since his exodus. He is, however, professionally-lit (and I mean incandescently, not mind-alteringly). The quick edits are there, but it feels a bit…anemic. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s a spark missing. Like he’s not really into it. Still worth a view, though.