Review: Saturday Night

Score: B+

Director: Jason Reitman

Cast: Gabriel LaBelle, Rachel Sennott, Willem Dafoe, Nicholas Braun

Running Time: 109 Minutes

Rated: R

"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!"

Improbably, America has heard that phrase nearly every week for almost 50 years. The once-daring sketch comedy show has become an institution, and while it certainly has great moments every now and again, it hasn't been hip or edgy for quite some time. The closest it gets to controversy these days is when Weekend Update hosts Michael Che and Colin Jost tell a particularly tasteless joke.

But in 1975 - to say nothing of 1980, 1986 or 2014 - there was no guarantee SNL would last, let alone provide a platform for some of North America's funniest people to hone their craft. Back then, Lorne Michaels (Gabriel LaBelle) was a young producer with a band of dyspeptic writers and drug-addicted performers trying to get something on the air live at 11:30pm. Saturday Night begins 90 minutes before the first show, with all manner of chaos for Michaels to wade through before showtime. An overbooked program, a dangerous set, an obstinate crew, a self-righteous censor, a gaggle of lecherous affiliates. All of it add to Michaels's stress. But the sharp editing and excellent score (from co-star Jon Batiste) keep things humming along.

When things slow down for a meaningful conversation, they can be wonderful. Rachel Sennott (as Rosie Shuster) and LaBelle have electric chemistry as the married writers/producers who are much more successful at running the show than building a successful marriage. Their moments backstage provide the proper emotional beats. The ones that don't work are when the film tries to underline how important SNL is and will be. It may have changed comedy and television forever, but the film treats Michaels as if he's Albert Einstein. Reitman and co-writer Gil Kenan (the last two Ghostbusters movies) are similarly out of their depth when it comes to addressing issues like racism and sexism among the show's almost entirely white male cast and staff.

But the performances are pretty excellent across the board. LaBelle continues to bring the self-determination he showed in The Fabelmans and Snack Shack. Cooper Hoffman channels his famous father once again as NBC exec Dick Ebersol. And the actors who make up the Not Ready for Prime Time Players acquit themselves solidly. (Although theater actor Matt Wood's mercurial take on John Belushi didn't work for me.) Even the cameos from award-winning actors are deliciously nasty.

Yet even with plenty of Easter eggs and TV Production for Dummies exposition, you're unlikely to learn much about the show itself. For that you're much better off reading the classic oral history Live from New York. But if you want an entertaining, high energy dramedy, Saturday Night is ready for showtime.

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About Kip Mooney

Kip Mooney
Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.