Some things for today, Sunday February 25th.
In the words of Make the Logo Bigger "Die SNL, die." I love Rainn Wilson on The Office, but I'm pissed that I forced myself to stay awake to watch that recycled piece of crap last night.
But what do you mean Magno? Why so glum? Here's why so glum. I bet if you called my sister she could still sing "Chevy" from the first season. Gilda Radner, Larraine Newman and Jane Curtain sang this fabulous little ditty: "Chevy, Chevy I love when you fall down, each Saturday night on my TV, oh yes but Chevy, every time you take that fall, I wish that you were falling, for me."
Yeah - I remember it - my sister and I sang it together. The SNL girls crooned that tune in 1977 and the quality was seared into my childhood receptors. Not a tag line - not ad copy - the whole song. I could still recite dueling Brandos if there was money on the line.
It seems to me that the majority of the sketches (back then) were true to narrative form with a beginning a middle and an end. They weren't "played off" by the band because they couldn't come up with a damn ending. "Concept" humor is fine (occasionally) but you can't pull off a 90 minute with nothing but concept humor. I love Amy Poehler - I think she's a "hot ticket" in the parlance of my parents, but you may not use Weekend Update to toss out the one-liners that were used to pitch sketches that didn't make it into the show. STOP THAT. Make up some fake news, get Jon Stewart or dump the sketch. That's all I have on SNL.
livebitching liveblogging the Oscars tonight. There will definitely be a wardrobe watch, but I love the Oscars telecast - it's riddled with opportunity for shame and stupidity.
Commercial that is annoying me right now: The Meineke mid-winter sale where idiot son asks his dimwitted parents "Who should I Marry, Chole, Liz or Jill." It must be very hard on parents when their children are having bizarre visions that only they can see. Where is George Foreman when you need him?