My Rating: 2.5/5
Saturday Night follows the making of an episode of the sketch comedy show Saturday Night Live hosted by the legendary John Malkovich. A grueling week long process, the making of an episode of SNL requires many sleepless nights and a litany of sketch ideas that most likely than not get cut. Though the film is worth watching just to see some of the incredibly talented and overworked comedians that make SNL what it is, it largely feels like a missed opportunity on the part of director James Franco to capture the high stakes of the show.
Saturday Night highlights the incredibly difficult task of making people laugh and the reality that failure is a likely outcome. Starting with the pitch meeting on Monday, writers and performers begin the nerve-wracking process of teaming up and writing material in time for the table read the next day where some fifty sketches get cut down to nine. The tension is high as each performer and writer nervously reads their material for the first time with no idea whether they will tank or make people laugh. The selected skits make their way to rehearsals and dress rehearsals where ultimately some still get cut as late as Saturday afternoon. John Malkovich is a great sport and his incredible talent makes for one of the more memorable hosting jobs in recent memory.
Though the subject matter of the film is inherently interesting (it brings to light a process mythologized but not often seen), the film’s style and direction ultimately fail to capture the spectrum of emotions involved in the production process and skates over the more interesting parts. The film is shot mostly handheld and switches often from color to black and white giving it the experimental feel of a student film. James Franco, an SNL hosting alum, directs the film and we are constantly aware of his presence behind the camera. The result is that the interviews are more of a conversation with a well-known celebrity and lack any sort of real depth. Often times Franco is referencing his own experiences on the show. This gave me the feeling that this documentary was more like a jog down memory lane for the actor rather than a real exploration of what it’s like to be a part of such an iconic show. Unfortunately, this rare opportunity for access inside the walls of 30 Rock felt like a wasted opportunity. Franco himself asks Lorne Michaels towards the end of the film “Maybe we’re not getting the full experience?” and I would have to say no, we’re not.