Intern Molly is back with this week's The Showbiz Show recap (see last's week's "The Showbiz Show: There's got to be a drinking game in here somewhere"). And just like a celeb weekly like In Touch or People, David's Spade's weekly Hollywood gabfest is a bit dated. But Molly tells it better than we do.

Okay, The Showbiz Show with David Spade makes no sense. A once a week entertainment news/gossip (and is there a difference, really?) show is, in essence, dated. Unless it is a show that is written and taped on Thursday about Thursday’s celebrity gossip, the entire News portion of the show is sort of a joke.

The average person has access to myriad celebrity resources to fit all procrastination and fascination needs. The show is left to rest on the laurels of sub-par correspondents. And that seems to not always be the best idea.

Alright, clearly Intern Molly forgot to plug Jossip when she mentioned "access to myriad celebrity resources," but we'll forgive her .. but only because she's got a lot more words to print — after the jump.

Okay, The Showbiz Show with David Spade makes no sense. A once a week entertainment news/gossip (and is there a difference, really?) show is, in essence, dated. Unless it is a show that is written and taped on Thursday about Thursday’s celebrity gossip, the entire News portion of the show is sort of a joke.

The average person has access to myriad celebrity resources to fit all procrastination and fascination needs. The show is left to rest on the laurels of sub-par correspondents. And that's not always be the best idea.

We already have Best Week Ever for absurd TV moments. We already have Weekend Update for pithy comments on news and celebrities. What are you for, Showbiz Show? What is your purpose?

To be a Daily Show for entertainment, The Showbiz Show needs to be on every night.

Well, there’s my rant about that. Now, on to last night’s show.

It opened with the News, which included a fairly standard run of stale celebrity happenings: Emmy’s were too long, Star Jones is fat and donated her dress to hurricane relief, Oprah had a lame girly interview with Jennifer Aniston, Paris Hilton is on the cover of Vanity Fair, etc.

The show then sputters through a disjointed set of segments, never, really, gaining any sense of cohesion. SS feels a bit like it is created for people with ADD; there are far too many three minute segments.

Jessie Klein on celebrity fragrances? Not funny. Some dude on Kevin Federline at a strip club? Not funny. Making fun of Gwyneth Paltrow for being a snide overprivileged offensively-entitled bitch?

Always a little funny.

The highlight of the show is a segment in which Rob Huebel and Malin Akerman (The Comeback) cover the red carpet preemie of Patrick Swayze’s new straight to video release at Blockbuster. They interview people entering the store, asking what they are wearing, etc, and putting celebrity names on the screen with their faces.

The old dude is Billy Bob Thorton. The little girl is Dakota Fanning … and Elijah Wood. The Indian guy is M. Night Shyamalan. The Latina woman is Penelope Cruz.

The show does manage to fit in not one, but two other semi-racist jokes (Spanish Desperate Housewives where the gardener is the most revered man in society, plus Rob Lowe suggesting to call the cops whenever you spot a person in a turban).

I seem to have been suffering from a case of Grade Inflation (hey, I went to a Liberal Arts College) when I gave this show a B last week.

The Showbiz Show and creepo-Spade (he’s related to Kate Spade? Who knew!) need to step it up a lot if they are aiming to be a worthwhile watch. It’s hard enough to even remember that this nondescript half-hour collage of unfunny even exists when it’s on once a week, let alone to have the impulse to make time to watch it.

This week: C-