Dear Jenny Slate:
You don’t know me. And maybe the words of a stranger won’t be particularly comforting to you right now.
But hear this: You didn’t — pardon my French — “F up” on Saturday Night Live’s season premiere this past weekend.
The show’s producers and writers did.
To put a brand spankin’ new player in her very first show in a sketch where every other word is ‘frickin’ is asking for trouble…especially when that player is a former club comic. The fact that you dropped the F bomb only once is the real surprise.
When other featured cast members have joined SNL, literally weeks have passed before we heard them speak a word. They played waiters who took orders in restaurant scenes, or partygoers who simply made the appropriate funny faces.
They set you up to fail, Jenny Slate. If there is any music to be faced, let them face it.
I think Lorne Michaels can handle it.
Damn straight. It wasn’t carelessness or malice…it was an accident waiting to happen.