McCoy on Movies: Saturday Night

 

But for those in the know, it wasn’t always that way; in fact, the first episode of the now iconic show almost never made it to air. But if young upstart producer Lorne Michaels (Gabriel Labelle) – along with the backing of his estranged wife/staff writer Rosie (Rachel Sennott) – has anything to say about it, that’s not going to happen.

 

It seems that NBC’s cash cow, Johnny Carson, has gotten into a tiff with the network, making Michaels and his company a potential pawn for their ongoing negotiations with their star. But despite that – in addition to fighting actors, drug use, potential censorship, production problems and a network executive (Willem Dafoe) ready to pull the plug on everything, Michaels isn’t ready to give up anytime soon. For the show must go on, as they say, and in the case of Saturday Night, go on it shall.

 

THE REVIEW: Saturday Night is a lot like an episode of Saturday Night Live itself: It takes a while to find its footing, but once it does, it showcases the magic that has enabled the show to stay on the air for 50 seasons and counting.

 

Labelle captures the spirit of young Michaels perfectly, emulating everything from his famous brevity in conversations and the fine line between his confidence/anxiety to his ability to wrangle talent that often needs saving from themselves. Much like his real-life counterpart, Labelle’s performance is the glue that holds the film together, existing as the one constant in the sea of chaos that is and remains SNL.

 

Of course, Labelle wouldn’t be able to shine so brightly without the efforts of the cast, each providing an insight into both the absurdity of putting on a show like SNL and the humanity underscoring it.

 

Whereas Dylan O’Brien is terrific as the young, vibrant version of Dan Aykroyd that was bold, fierce and energetic, Cory Michael Smith embodies the on camera smug hilarity on camera – and documented egotistical terror off – that is Chevy Chase. Likewise, whereas Nicholas Podany, Taylor Gray and Mcabe Gregg capture the hungriness of young Billy Crystal, Al Franken and Tom Davis all hop sing for the chance to get on the air. Tommy Dewey perfectly presents the IDGAF nature of the late Michael O’Donoghue, Ella Hunt projects Gilda Radner’s eternal optimism to see the good in people and situations in spades. Cooper Hoffman’s embattled Dick Ebersol adds drama to the mix without ever feeling like he’s being dramatic for the sake of it, an important distinction that showcases his on screen skill.

 

Who arguably shines brightest in an ensemble cast about a show featuring an ensemble cast of differing personalities and experiences? Matt Wood and Lamorne Morris (no relation) as John Belushi and Garrett Morris, respectively. Whereas Wood hauntingly channels the mercurial complexity that was Belushi as both the artist and a man, Morris showcases the regalness and talent of the man with whom he shares a surname.

 

Then again, there’s really not a bad performance in the bunch, with everyone from J.K. Simmons as Milton Berle to Finn Wolfhard as an NBC page adding another ingredient to a near perfect dramedy recipe. If anything, one may feel a little melancholy for Laraine Newman as Emily Fairn’s portrayal comes across a tad like that of a small-town girl in over her head. (There also are hints at a romantic subplot with O’Brien’s Aykroyd that never come to fruition on screen, both in terms of portrayal and story.) Ironically enough, the film’s relatively unknown cast mirrors the spirit of the 1975 group of hungry performers looking for a chance, their performances showing the same talent and potential of their real life counterparts.

 

Of course, director Jason Reitman has to be given a massive amount of credit for pulling off Saturday Night as a film telling the story of the famed TV show. (A feat which he nonetheless does close to the actual show’s 90-minute airtime to boot.) The end result? A film that is essentially a love letter to an entity that has gone on to inspire thousands of comedians and actors over the decades by presenting all of the drama and hard work to entertain millions. 

 

That, in the end, makes Saturday Night worthy of a curtain call – or at least a viewing at your local cineplex.