Somebody’s Not Laughing, by Hank Layton

Somebody’s Not Laughing, by Hank Layton

Saturday Night Live sucks. Sorry to be so juvenile, but it just…it just sucks.

I tried giving it another shot. I really did. I was at my parents’ house with the television to myself the night that Ed Helms hosted. I took advantage and, for the first time in years, I watched every moment of SNL – no channel surfing during the commercials or snack hunting during the musical performances.

Maybe you saw the episode. Maybe you didn’t. It doesn’t really matter. If you’ve seen any SNL the past five years, you know how awful it’s become. Or at least, I hope you do.

This particular episode was unbelievably bad.

The first skit after the monologue is usually SNL’s go-to for laughs, the one that people will be talking about on Monday. Unfortunately, Helms was pushed aside so that Kenan Thompson could do his “What’s Up With That?” shtick. Yes, Kenan Thompson, of Good Burger, Mighty Ducks and Heavyweights notoriety, is still on Saturday Night Live. That should be reason enough to question Lorne Michaels’s current state of mind.

This skit epitomized two themes on the night: Pushing Helms to the side and tossing in surprise guests.

Lindsey Buckingham, some kid from Glee, and (wouldn’t you know it) that night’s musical guest, Paul Simon, were on the “What’s Up With That?” panel before Jimmy Fallon, Stephen Colbert, Steve Carrell and Jon Hamm’s neck made appearances in a live-action Ambiguously Gay Duo sketch. Because, you know, people showing up who don’t usually show up is just a gut-busting good time.

Weekend Update has always been one of SNL’s most rewarding segments, but this recent installment was so unfunny, I wondered if the APPLAUSE and LAUGH, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LAUGH signs for the studio audience were malfunctioning. It’s hard to make Jay Pharoah’s spot-on Will Smith impression bring out the crickets, but SNL’s writing staff (led by none other than Update host Seth Meyers) found out a way.

Eventually, the show released Helms from his cage, but by then who gave a shit? I’d already lost faith in the episode by then. To be honest, I’d already lost faith in SNL.

What the hell happened? I miss the good old days, the days of (insert jaw-dropping list of comedic legends). Everyone has their favorite SNL time period, and for some, that’s the only reason they still tune in – as if the magic that used to entertain us so thoroughly in the past will suddenly return. It seems the hardest the show is willing to work to try and regain that mystique is by filming a live-action version of a legendary “TV Funhouse” skit.

With lazy writing and one-dimensional talent, Saturday Night Live is in a grim state. The most important television show in American comedy is now so humorless that, I believe, I fear, its legacy will be tainted, like a great athlete succumbing to the twilight of his career. Brett Favre has his dick pics, and now Lorne Michaels has his shit bits.

This makes me angry. Not sad; not disappointed. Angry. I may not be an expert on the world of satirical comedy, but I’ve always been a dedicated SNL fan – just like many of you. And we are why SNL is SNL. To see it crumble into a cringe-worthy circus is disheartening.

The only reason the show is still on the air is from the legacy it built. But unless something changes – perhaps the cloning of Bill Hader and Kristin Wiig – even the show’s most dedicated audience is going to realize the show is delivering an uninspired product. The laughs are fading, and the channels are changing.

There used to be a time when mentioning the end of Saturday Night Live would be blasphemous. Now, it almost seems necessary.

For this, I have one question: What’s up with that?