The show was really rolling by this point.
The sets are more elaborate.
The budget seems to have increased.
And the humor is worth it.
The cold opening (I’ve avoided that term for the first 18 episodes) is a killer.
Chevy Chase (of course) as Ronald Reagan…prefiguring the stilted-hip of Bill Clinton on Arsenio Hall by a decade and change.
What we learn…Chevy can actually play the organ. Some nice B-3 licks.
But the killer is Garrett Morris’ priceless contribution.
Like a silent film actor, Morris takes each condescending, racist jab from Reagan and grows more and more outraged…in such a believable Miles Davis kind of way (if we ignore the alto sax he’s holding).
What a start to a great episode!
Morris is in another high-art bit of humor later…for the fake donation solicitation Fondue Pots For Namibia. Yes, it sounds like the title of a Zappa song (or perhaps Captain Beefheart), yet it is Saturday night variety show humor from 1976 at its best. Bloody genius!
Some of the more elaborate skits are guest host Madeline Kahn as the “bride of Frankenstein” singing Leonard Bernstein’s “I Feel Pretty” from West Side Story. Howard Shore and band are great in this skit (especially pianist/vocalist Paul Schaffer…of future Letterman fame).
Another amazing skit involves Dan Aykroyd as Richard Nixon. Rounding out this bizarre, vast set piece is John Belushi as Henry Kissinger.
Now for the bad. Carly Simon is godawful in her first prerecorded number “Half a Chance”. I mean, really godawful.
What is apparent over the course of the show is that Madeline Kahn was a much better singer than Carly.
At least Simon somewhat redeems herself on the ubiquitous “You’re So Vain”. It’s obvious Carly had talent. She has a great, soulful voice. Not sure what the problem was on “Half a Chance”. Perhaps it was the cheesy, out-of-tune, canned backing vocals. Also, the song is a clunker.
Alternately, I could listen to the line “…clouds in my coffee” from now till eternity. It has that 2 ou 3 choses que je sais d’elle vibe to it which is truly profound…the transcendental moment of spotting a microcosm in the mundane.
As The Mighty Favog said, “Talk to me…”