Get Out Of The Sinking Ship While You Can

The 37th season premiere of Saturday Night Live proved itself to be less than sensational. With seasoned host Alec Baldwin and a handful of brand-new, weak skits, Lorne could have tried a little harder to please his audience. *ahem* Surprise face Seth Rogen doesn’t exactly make people jump out of their seats with excitement.

The political intro was predictable, the wittiest skit was Red Flag perfume, and Bill Hader was forced to play host for every fake show-within-the-show. SNL is no longer able to be clever [Alec taunts us with Shweddy Balls but no such luck]; it is merely bawdy and distasteful. Really, Who’s On Top?

Musical guest Radiohead oohed, aahed, and Coldplayed for the studio audience in a whimsical, underwhelming set but luckily they stayed awake for the comedy standby Weekend Update. Which brings me to my final point.

I am beginning to think that this generation’s SNL can’t stay alive without the help of Seth Meyers, Andy Samberg, and Justin Timberlake. And, let’s face it, Amy, Tina, and Jimmy all got out and were given their own shows. And Jimmy got his Ben & Jerry’s ice cream flavor first. Before you know it Andy Samberg will be co-hosting a raunchy morning show with Aziz Ansari.

This is present-day comedy, people.

Mimi