I'm enough of a Sorkin whore that I watched the entire (only) season of Studio 60, too, so I get it. It's not easy pulling Saturday Night Live together week after week, year after year, day after day, hour after hour, obsessing and brainstorming generating and discarding hundreds of ideas to cull the lot of them down to just a few that will make it to air. I understand. I do.
I've been watching the show since the days of Gilda, the Land Shark, and Find-A-The-Pope-A-in-A-The-Pizza, Seth. I've stuck through thick and thin with this show. It's always had lots of thin. I've been OK with that, because somehow the moments of brilliance have been frequent enough to keep me coming back.
And I'm more than familiar with the perennial fan lament that it's "not as good as it used to be,"
But honestly? These past few episodes, Seth? This season so far?
Just well and truly awful.
I could write about seemingly endless, pointless sketches that go on and on and on (apparently in a fruitless search for punchlines). I could whine about already missing Amy--you aren't the same without her, man, and you're going to have to fill that empty chair next to you on Weekend Update pretty damned soon because when it's just you, it's flat as the squirrel I saw last weekend on the highway offramp during the Walk for the Cure.
I could even bitch about the fact that McCain's been on the show, what, thirty-six times in the last year?
I could point out that Kristin Wiig is a brilliant performer but that the whole Aunt Linda thing has long outlived its amusement half-life, and that even for Kristin, the only sketches I can bear to watch right now are Penelope and Two A-Holes...
But all of that is really beside the point.
Seth, you have GOT to do something about Fred.
Specifically, about Fred as Obama. Because it's just not cool, Seth. It's not cool to put Fred, who is obviously out of his depth, into modernized blackface to play our next President for the next few years.
It's not ONLY that he's not funny as Obama, Seth. It's that he resembles Obama just about as much as I resemble Iman.
To quote Nicholas Fehn, just, NO!
The look, the bearing, the stature, the vocal mannerisms...all completely wong. Fred is a dork, Seth. A total nebbish. It's going to take more than dark pancake makeup and taped ears to capture the nuances of our 44th president.
Now, I know that as head writer, you don't really do casting. (Do you?) But surely you've got some pull with the producers? Can't you go talk to Lorne and explain that somewhere out there (among the Groundlings or Second City or The Improv or TheatreSports or wherever in the hell you scared up Jason and Andy and Bill) there must be a young, hungry performer who is capable of embodying/skewering the man who's going to be our leader with some...well, some semblance of competence.
Surely somewhere, there is a young, funny, tall, thin guy, hoping for a break.
Go find him, Seth. Because I don't think I can stick with you if you don't.
Let Fred bo back to being Nuni and Prince. Just get him out of the Obama suit, OK?
Thanks, Seth. I'm glad you let me get that off my chest.