Search continues for perfect late-night host

America’s garish presidential election has been a late-night host’s dream come true. The jobs are plentiful, and the jokes write themselves — so much so that everything started to look and sound the same.

Even the audiences sound the same, their laughter and applause forming prolonged Beatlemania-like squeals of agreement, a noise usually heard at actual political rallies. It’s not news to anyone that late-night, over the past four elections, became a way to excite the left and encourage the youth vote through sarcasm and satire.

Late-night audiences have been whooping and barking since the Arsenio Hall days, but this is noise is different, louder, approving of the rant, the tirade, the cutting quip. While watching a recent taping of “Late Night With Seth Meyers” in Washington, D.C.’s Warner Theatre, I was struck by how willing the audience was to over-effuse, whether producers gestured for them to do so or not, ensuring that every single punchline in Meyers’ (certainly sharp) “Weekend Update”-style opening monologue sounded as if Hillary Clinton had secured another electoral-college vote. Laughter has been replaced by shrieking assent.

The jokes also meet one another coming around the corner, unable to avoid duplication. Take Trump’s resentment over an Emmy snub, which came up during his last debate with Clinton on Oct. 19. CBS’ “Late Show” host, Stephen Colbert, made a taunting joke that night with two of his own Emmy statuettes (“You know Donald, you really should get one — they’re fantastic”) and then, four nights later on HBO, “Last Week Tonight” host John Oliver went for what is essentially the same laugh, offering to hand his own recently won Emmy statuette over to Trump in exchange for the candidate’s acceptance of the election’s results. (“That way if you lose, you still win.”)

Oliver isn’t ripping off Colbert, per se. It’s just that there are so many flies buzzing around the same piles of elephant dung, on multiple platforms, all across the overpopulated late-night comedy landscape. What a great ride it’s been for wise-asses everywhere, giving new spark to the predictable shows (HBO’s “Real Time With Bill Maher,” for example) and an easy boost to stragglers (such as Chelsea Handler’s half-hearted attempt to bring the after-hours talk format to Netflix).

But the fun’s all going to end — or at least shift considerably — in a few days, and then what?

Perhaps no group becomes more vulnerable Nov. 9 than the crowd of men (Colbert and Oliver, plus Trevor Noah, Meyers, Maher, Chris Hardwick, Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel, Conan O’Brien and — sigh — James Corden, if I absolutely must type his name) and two women (Samantha Bee and Handler) known as late-night hosts, some of them still vying to replace the void left by Jon Stewart, who retired from Comedy Central’s “Daily Show” last year. Nowhere is that burden more acutely felt than on the “Daily Show” itself, where Noah does capable work but has nevertheless drifted off the radar.

Not so long ago, a late-night host’s job was to merely lubricate the release valves on the news-cycle machine. Today’s late-night hosts pursue a more hybrid role — part investigative reporter and part op-ed firebrand.

Who’s doing best?

Enough time has passed to ask: Which one of them is doing the best job?

In some ways that can’t be answered, because we’re still trying to answer a different question: What do we want them to be? Hosts? Pundits? Should they be exclusively male and dress only in a suit and tie? Given the tenor of the times, would it be better if a black host rose to the top? Should they be true-blue American? (Noah is South African; Oliver is British, married to an American; Bee has dual Canadian-American citizenship.)

Do we want someone who is exactly like Stewart, whose die-hard fans still bemoan his departure just as Trump’s campaign took off? Or more like David Letterman, who, if he could have summoned the energy to do so, would certainly have given both candidates a sardonic vetting?

It’s not that we need Stewart or Letterman to come back; it’s just that we’re still mentally assembling a super-host from the options we now have.

Thirteen months into his “Late Show” run, Colbert has made a clear case for his seasoned wit, but forget everything else — the gorgeous Ed Sullivan Theater makeover, the blue suits that match the set, the band. All that effort simply dragged the show down.

Although still short of Fallon’s “Tonight Show” ratings, Colbert’s “Late Show” numbers have improved, thanks to a doubling-down on all things Trump. During the Republicans’ convention, Colbert revived the fictionally right-wing character that made him famous, delighting fans. Presumably they’ll be even more thrilled when he takes his act to Showtime for a live election night special that will take advantage of premium cable’s uncensored playground. But if we keep encouraging Colbert to deviate from his job description, then at some point CBS will have to revisit the task of replacing Letterman.

Where will Colbert be come January, if Trump doesn’t win?

That question is far less dire for established veterans such as O’Brien and Kimmel, who make just enough hay with politics and are then happy to get on with the business of hosting a talk show.

Meyers reinvigorated “Late Night” by replacing a traditional opening monologue with anchored news parody delivered from a desk — the very thing that made him famous on “Saturday Night Live,” giving viewers the kind of straightforward, Stewartesque satire they craved. Noah, meanwhile, has followed Stewart’s “Daily Show” template to a T for more than a year now, without finding his own spin on it.

Handler’s Netflix show, which streams three days a week, is easily dismissed, mainly because she seems miserable doing it. Yet watching it, I was reminded that I miss the unhinged and undeterred mouthiness of her “E!” talk show, which ended in 2014.

Oliver, Bee

If Twitterati consensus is a reliable applause-o-meter, then the two people doing the best political satire are the two who are beloved “Daily Show” alumni and can therefore lay the most claim to Stewart’s crown.

Oliver’s “Last Week Tonight” and Bee’s “Full Frontal,” the latter on TBS, are both blessed and beset by their shows’ weekly format.

Oliver’s full-throttle, commercial-free, half-hour show hardly stops for a breath, allowing his humor to tackle topics that transcend politics and travel into complicated matters of sloppy policy and unfair lawmaking.

By tossing out the idea that he needs to have guests or even concoct prerecorded newsmagazine-style segments, Oliver has found success with a genre that was more familiar to right-wing radio: the unrelenting, multibulleted, hyper-topical tirade. Whatever he said Sunday almost uniformly begins making the rounds Monday morning.

Bee steps in Monday night with a similar approach. Limited to about 22 minutes (with commercial breaks), she zips through her sermonettes and demonstrates how vital a woman’s perspective on politics can be — and how different it is from all those men making jokes about the same debates, rallies and scandals. “Only kindergartners get credit for using their inside voices,” Bee said when others observed that Trump had opened the final debate with noticeably less bombast.

More wisely, Bee has kept the field-reporting segments that she excels at, with less of “The Daily Show’s” wink-wink spoofery and something that’s increasingly rare in late-night: You occasionally catch her in the act of listening, rather than just snarking or spouting.

Both are excellent, but it’s hard to escape the feeling of being in an echo chamber.

That’s why, when the electoral mania subsides, late-night must go on searching for its strongest, newest voice. Someone who does it all, from opening monologue to topical comedy bits to trenchant interviews to warm goodnights. Someone who can tuck America in without giving it too many more nightmares.