This isn’t going to be a long diatribe about the state of Saturday Night Live, because that’s been done to death every which way and, in all honesty, I unabashedly love the show. I get off on defending it. I believe in it, have always believed in it and will always believe in it.
Sure, Saturday Night Live has had some painful, low moments, but it would be foolish to think that a show with a life spanning 40 years wouldn’t have a rough patch or two. Anyone involved with the show would freely admit that, I’m sure. But you’d also have to be a doofus of epic proportions to think that SNL hasn’t been home to hundreds of examples of the best comedy ever seen.
So I’m not going to write a few thousand words on the anniversary special, because, again, you’ve likely read a ton of articles like that already that are carbon copies of each other. Instead, I’ll just say that the anniversary show was exhilarating to watch and I’m still thinking about it. It was invigorating. It was unhinged. It was hilarious. It was nostalgic in all the best ways. It was one of the clearest examples of just how important the show truly is. It was fun. It was weird.
It was awesome.
