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Will & Harper

Harper Steele and Will Ferrell started working on Saturday Night Live on the same day in 1995. They soon learned that their senses of humor were very compatible. Steele wrote many of the sketches that made Ferrell SNL’s standout star of the ’90s. Years in the SNL pressure cooker at 30 Rock built their camaraderie, and their friendship continued after 2002, when Ferrell left the show to pursue his movie career and Steele became the show’s head writer. They went on to collaborate on several films, including 2020’s Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga

During this time, Steele had a secret. She was constantly battling gender dysphoria. After going through a messy divorce in the mid-2010s, Steele started journaling about the persistent feelings. Then the pandemic hit and like many people during that time of turmoil, Steele came to the realization that when it was all over, something would have to change. In 2022, Steele started writing emails to her family and friends announcing that she would be transitioning. The new name she chose for herself was Harper, after novelist Harper Lee. 

The revelation was less than shocking for many people who had known Steele for a long time. Soon after Ferrell received his email, while he was on the set of a movie, an idea was born. Steele was notorious among friends for going on long, meandering road trips, stopping at greasy spoons, roadside attractions, and small-town dive bars. Steele was fearless, but now as a trans woman, America looked quite different. The small towns Steele loved to visit aren’t exactly known as beacons of tolerance for transgender people. So the two friends decided to embark on an epic, 16-day, 3,000-mile cross-country road-trip from New York City to Los Angeles to introduce the newly transitioned Harper Steele to the country, with Will Ferrell along as moral support. 

Production-wise, Will & Harper is a bare-bones affair. It’s just the two stars in a vintage Jeep Grand Wagoneer, followed by a production van captained by director Josh Greenbaum. Originally, the idea was to do comedy sketches at various points along the way, but that plan was pretty much instantly abandoned. Instead, the two friends just have deep conversations in the car and visit the kinds of places they had gone to many times before while going amok in America. Along the way, they cover topics that are familiar to anyone who has ever had a friend come out as trans. Ferrell asks questions about what it’s like to suddenly have boobs (it’s awesome, according to Steele) and whether she’s going to date men or women (at age 61, Steele is ambivalent about it). 

Greenbaum’s direction is clean, focused, and often subtle, picking up on little moments like the time when the two friends are chilling with some cheap beer in a West Virginia Walmart parking lot, and a passerby yells, “Will! You’re still the man!” 

“And she’s the woman!” Ferrell yells back. 

Surprisingly, the pair encounter very little overt transphobia in real life, even when Steele goes alone into an Oklahoma dive bar with “Fuck Biden” signs on the wall. They go to an Indiana Pacers game, where they sit courtside and meet Indiana Governor Eric Holcomb. He is friendly, as a politician normally is, but later they learn that he has signed a bill banning gender-affirming treatment for minors. In Peoria, Illinois, they meet a trans woman named Dana, who has lived openly in the small town for years and recounts a mixture of acceptance and fear among her neighbors. In Steele’s Iowa hometown, they visit her sister, who was immediately accepting, and Steele rides a unicycle while wearing heels. But their luck runs out in Amarillo, Texas, where they stop at the Big Texan steakhouse. As they eat their meal, the patrons crowd around and take pictures with their phones. Later, Steele reads off a litany of hateful online comments the pics generated. 

And that, to me, is one of the lessons of Will & Harper. Social media makes it easy to hate. It transforms flesh and blood people into images and archetypes. It makes dehumanization into a sport and reduces identity to demographic categories to be pitted against each other. This increases platform engagement at the cost of our sanity. Of course, transphobia has always existed in real life, but it’s harder to hate someone in person. That’s why this election season, with its constant background of transphobia designed to activate Republican voters, has been so awful and dispiriting. Will & Harper is a great documentary that proves the way to defeat hate is through courage, love, and a liberal dose of laughs. 

Will & Harper is now streaming on Netflix.

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Saturday Night

Nearly every comedian who has ever worked with him has a Lorne Michaels imitation in their repertoire. Mike Myers, for example, famously based Austin Powers’ nemesis Dr. Evil series on the legendary TV producer. Michaels, a Canadian who got his start in the late 1960s writing for Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In, holds the record for the most Emmy nominations (106), with 21 wins. His most famous and enduring creation, Saturday Night Live, holds the record for the most Emmy wins, taking in 92 trophies over the 50 years since its debut in 1975. 

Michaels is, by all accounts, a demanding and no-nonsense boss, beloved and hated in equal measures. But I guess you have to be like that if you’re going to pull off something as audacious as a 90-minute live television broadcast of original comedy every week for decades. It’s telling that SNL’s creative nadir coincided with Michaels’ four-year hiatus from the show in the early 1980s. SNL may not drive the cultural conversation the way it used to, but it’s still here, and, thanks to its format of short comedy skits, it’s still relevant in the social media era. 

Saturday Night is billed as an origin story for Saturday Night Live, but like SNL itself, it’s really the Lorne Michaels show. Michaels is played by Gabriel LaBelle, who recently portrayed young Steven Spielberg in The Fabelmans, as a brash youngster in way over his head. Interestingly, LaBelle is 22, while Michaels was 31 when SNL first went live from New York on October 11, 1975. That’s two years before director Jason Reitman was born. He and co-writer Gil Kenan chose to model their film after González Iñárritu’s Best Picture winner Birdman, a near-real-time account of the backstage drama on the night a play premieres. This approach necessitates quite a bit of historical revision. While the opening night was apparently a pretty fraught affair, it did not include moments like Milton Berle (J.K. Simmons) whipping it out, or Garrett Morris (Lamorne Morris, no relation) singing, “I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see!” 

Both of those things did happen later in the first season, though, and this isn’t a documentary. SNL lives or dies every season on the strength of its ensemble, and so does Saturday Night. The main cast, all of whom became legends in their own right, is well represented. Cory Michael Smith is just a little too good looking to be Chevy Chase, but he’s got that frat boy arrogance down. Dan Aykroyd always kind of seemed like he was doing a character, even when he wasn’t, so Dylan O’Brien’s job is a little easier. Matt Wood most closely resembles his character, John Belushi, but the legend’s manic energy is hard to fake without mountains of cocaine. (One of the film’s funniest bits is when Morris shows Belushi some pharmaceutical grade yayo he’s been gifted by Billy Preston (Jon Batiste, who also did the score), and Belushi promptly snorts the whole vial.) Gilda Radner (Ella Hunt) and Laraine Newman (Emily Fairn) seem rather thin and underutilized, but then again, that’s how the show treated them in the first season. Jane Curtin (Kim Matula) has her best moment with Morris, wondering what the hell they’re doing here. 

They weren’t the only ones. The NBC brass, represented by Dick Ebersol (Cooper Hoffman) and David Tebet (Willem Dafoe), seem confused as to what is actually going on the air at 11:30 p.m. Eastern. The biggest historical revelation from the film is that SNL was green-lit to put pressure on Tonight Show host Johnny Carson, who was negotiating a new contract with NBC at the time. Only Rosie Shuster (Rachel Sennott), Michaels’ ex-wife and writing partner, believes in his vision — whatever it is. 

The “Let’s put on a show!” structure ultimately serves Saturday Night well because it forces the filmmakers to keep the individual bits, culled from interviews with the surviving first season cast and crew, short and punchy. It also keeps the moments of maudlin hagiography to a minimum. Saturday Night plays like a good episode of SNL: lots of amusing bits, a couple of belly laughs, and it never outstays its welcome. 

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MEMernet: More Marsha, The Slap, and The Storm

Memphis on the internet.

Marsha, Marsha

SNL razzed Tennessee Senator Marsha Blackburn last weekend. Cecily Strong nailed Blackburn’s accent and hairdo during “Weekend Update.”

In the segment, the not-real Blackburn took a victory lap on her performance during the confirmation hearing of Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson, in which the real Blackburn asked Brown Jackson to define “woman.” Strong’s Blackburn becomes befuddled when Colin Jost asks her to define “woman.”

“It’s not all biology,” she said. “Woman is cheerleader, nurse, teacher, prostitute. C’mon, you’ve seen them. They’re the ones that are always cold. They’re the ones that be shopping.”

The Slap

The Slap launched a thousand memes, and the MEMernet couldn’t resist.

Posted to Facebook by Memphis Memes 901

The Storm

A severe storm threatened Memphis last week. The city was spared the worst, but it did give weatherheads something to post about.

Posted to memphisweather.net

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MEMernet: Young Dolph, Earthquake, and SNL

Memphis on the internet.

Young Dolph

Posted to Facebook by the City of Memphis

Shock, prayers, and help poured out online last week in the wake of the shooting and death of Memphis rapper Young Dolph while shopping at Makeda’s Homemade Butter Cookies.

As his identity was confirmed by police, memorials (like the one above from the City of Memphis) appeared on social media. The next wave of posts offered support for Makeda’s, which was boarded up after police left the scene. A GoFundMe page was established, and restaurateur Kelly English donated portions of sales to help.

Did you feel that?

Posted to Facebook by Drake Memphis

Tremors from a Missouri earthquake were felt in Memphis Wednesday evening, prompting many to ask online, “Did you feel that?”

Walkin’ in Staten

Posted to YouTube by Saturday Night Live

Staten Island got the “Walkin’ in Memphis” treatment in an SNL video from Pete Davidson, featuring songwriter Marc Cohn. Instead of catfish on the table and gospel in the air, Davidson claims his hometown has bagels, pills, and wild turkeys by the hospital.

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Tigers, Redbirds, Trump, Porn, and Co-Yo

What a week it was. The football Tigers beat UCLA using a combination of great offense, timely defense, and good ol’ Mid-South heat and humidity. Those California dudes never knew what hit ’em.

And the Memphis Redbirds won the Pacific Coast League championship, beating out all the other teams on the Pacific Coast, including the Nashville Sounds, El Paso Chihuahuas, Omaha Storm Chasers, and the fearsome New Orleans Baby Cakes.

To sum it up: Memphis 2, “Pacific Coast” 0.

It was a week where I found myself agreeing with Donald Trump, at least for a few hours. After a Wednesday night meeting with Democratic Congressional leaders, “Cryin’ Chuck” Schumer and Nancy Pelosi, Trump began his Thursday morning by tweeting: “Does anybody really want to throw out good, educated, and accomplished young people who have jobs, some serving in the military? Really!” Followed by: “They have been in our country for many years through no fault of their own — brought in by parents at young age.”

The paleo wing of the GOP went nuts. Ann Coulter tweeted, “Who doesn’t want to impeach Trump?” Sean Hannity blamed it all on Mitch McConnell for “forcing” his hero to “work with Democrats.”

Trump had seemingly done a complete flip-flop on DACA overnight. My guess is that Pelosi shook Trump’s hand and said, “Oh my, it’s so BIG!!” and Trump agreed to everything she asked, including a deal to save the Dreamers and turn the border wall into a cheery Tex-Mex restaurant.

Sadly, the “deal” only lasted a few hours, and Trump quickly deleted his tweets.

So it goes with this guy. Save DACA. Eliminate DACA. Build the wall, and the Mexicans will pay for it. The wall’s already being built, and we’ll bill Mexico later. Wall? What wall? Trump is a presidential pinball, caroming from one “decision” to another, depending on the last player who flips him.

So what else happened? Oh yeah, Ted Cruz got caught watching porn, or better said, “liking” a porn video with his Twitter account. The New Yorker‘s Andy Borowitz tweeted: “Porn Industry Irrevocably Damaged by Association with Ted Cruz.” Cruz blamed it on his staff, of course. His staff. Huh-huh.

The Emmys happened. Alec Baldwin won an award for his Saturday Night Live impression of Trump. Kate McKinnon won for her SNL impression of Hillary Clinton. And America wept, thinking either of these two comedians would probably make a better president than what we’ve got. Then Sean Spicer got up and reprised his acting gig from the actual White House, and the already fuzzy line between reality and comedy was blurred beyond recognition.

What else? Oh yeah, Trump supporters held the “Mother of All Rallies” in Washington, D.C., on Saturday. About 800 people showed up. Which, as someone pointed out on Twitter, is what happens when you name your march after Mike Pence’s wife. The MOAR crowd was outnumbered by a marching contingent of Juggalos, who are fans of the band, Insane Clown Posse. Write your own Trump joke. You can’t make this stuff up. Though I kind of wish you could.

Back in Memphis, 130,000 people attended the Cooper-Young Festival. I heard a record 37,000 windchimes were sold. I also heard we’re supposed to call Cooper-Young “Co-Yo” now. And I got this from a beardy guy drinking a craft beer, so it must be true.

Overton Park Conservancy director Tina Sullivan went to the Co-Yo Fest and tweeted: “Highlight of this year’s CY Fest was the elderly gentleman asking my opinion on public nudity & saying he might organize a Naked Bike Ride.”

First, I’d like to say that I’m not that “elderly.” And second, I think we should do it around the Nathan Bedford Forrest statue as it’s being taken down.

And in a final somber note to a weird week, British writer Kathy Lette wrote: “Sad news. I’ve just heard that the bloke who invented predictive text has pissed away. His funfair is next monkey.”

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The Rant

The original cast of SNL circa 1975

Has anyone noticed how the cast and producers of Saturday Night Live have taken over comedy programming at NBC? Now, every night is a Saturday Night Live, except for SNL itself, which ain’t so great these days.

With the recent occurrence of Jimmy Fallon taking over for Jay Leno as host of The Tonight Show and Seth Meyers moving into Fallon’s old late-night spot, with SNL alumnus Fred Armisen as his bandleader, former cast members of the durable sketch-comedy program can be seen on TV virtually every night of the week.

Now in its 39th season, Saturday Night Live has been shepherded (except for four years) by Lorne Michaels, who has been called the “Kingmaker of Comedy.” Michaels has the golden touch when it comes to discovering and promoting new comedy talent. The list of legends who have served under Michaels’ tutelage is jaw dropping: Belushi and Aykroyd, Gilda Radner, Chevy Chase, Bill Murray, Eddie Murphy, Chris Rock, Tina Fey, Will Ferrell, and ad infinitum.

And if a cast member managed to create a successful recurring character, Michaels might back you in a movie deal. Without Lorne Michaels, we would never have had such classic films like Wayne’s World, Coneheads, A Night at the Roxbury, and MacGruber. There’s no questioning Michaels’ comic empire, so my question is, how did SNL go from being an edgy, satiric, and sardonic show into what’s now considered prime-time network programming?

It seemingly began when head writer and “Weekend Update” anchor Tina Fey quit the show to write and star in a prime-time program called 30 Rock, produced by Michaels, which was basically a parody of SNL, including a character based on Michaels, played by Alec Baldwin. Then came Parks and Recreation, produced by Michaels and starring Amy Poehler. NBC even made room for Chevy Chase in the cult comedy Community. Michaels has recently produced the movies Mean Girls and Baby Mama and the bizarre TV show Portlandia, starring Fred Armisen. Fey and Poehler co-hosted this year’s Golden Globe Awards on, guess which network? And please put your answer in the form of a question. 

During last week’s edition of SNL, there was even an ad for American Express featuring Tina Fey. They’re everywhere, like The Walking Dead. In addition to the sitcoms, movies, and SNL, Michaels will also produce the Tonight and Late Night shows. On Sundays, he’ll conduct the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. For a 69-year-old man, that’s a lot of stress. I trust Michaels’ blood pressure is steady enough to prevent him from pulling an Elvis and doing a header into the shag carpet of the executive men’s restroom at 30 Rockefeller Center.

Of the 139 cast members who appeared on SNL, many have gone on to film and television careers. Of note, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, the current star of the HBO program Veep, also was a featured player in, oh … what was his name? You remember, that obsessive-compulsive comedian who had a show about nothing? Conan O’Brien was plucked from obscurity by Michaels, who put him in late-night and produced his show for four years. If you’re counting, that’s three current nighttime talk-show hosts coming from Michaels’ stable.

The Tonight Show moved from Los Angeles back to New York because of Michaels. And, of course, there’s always Senator Al Franken. If you ever find yourself missing former cast members, just check your local TV listings. There’s Conan on TBS, Andy Samberg in Brooklyn Nine-Nine on Fox, Tim Meadows in Bob’s Burgers, Kevin Nealon in Weeds, Kristen Wiig and Will Ferrell in The Spoils of Babylon on IFC, and Memphis’ own Chris Parnell with Ana Gasteyer on Suburgatory on ABC. The familiar thing about these actors is that they all played recurring characters on SNL. The problem with the current cast of SNL is that there are so many of them, no one’s character has much of a chance to reoccur.

All those late-night talk shows need writers and staff, editorial directors, floor managers, and the like. Judging from last week’s SNL starring Seth Rogan, it would seem that the best of them packed their joke-bags to join Jimmy Fallon and Seth Meyers. Rogan is mildly humorous, but I outgrew fart jokes in junior high. The current cast has 17 members, including six newcomers, in contrast with the original seven in 1975. It’s like getting transferred to a different prison. It takes time to learn everyone’s name.

Also, I am not as enamored of Jimmy Fallon as others seem to be. Like Leno before him, I think Fallon tries a little too hard, and his bromance with Justin Timberlake has become disturbing. I was always a David Letterman kind of guy, and his announced retirement might have been more sorrowful had it not been for the news of who will be replacing him. Stephen Colbert has, for the past nine years, had the most subversive show on television in The Colbert Report. Assuming the role of a self-described “well intentioned, poorly informed, high-status idiot,” Colbert has taken his outrageous character all the way to the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, where he had the balls to skewer an oblivious George Bush to his face. Colbert has said that he will drop the character for the late-night gig, so I’ll be tuning in to find out who he actually is. It will be something new, and that beats dumbed-down, repackaged, and recycled sketches from Saturday Night Live every time.

Randy Haspel writes the “Born-Again Hippies” blog, where a version of this column first appeared.

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Timberlake and Samberg’s “D–k” In A Box Wins Emmy

The off-color Saturday Night Live video featuring Justin Timberlake and strategically placed gift boxes was honored at the Creative Arts Emmy Awards.

“Dick in a Box,” last December’s fake music video performed by Timberlake and Saturday Night Live cast member Andy Samberg, is about wrapping a part of the male anatomy and presenting it to a loved one as a holiday present.

“I think it’s safe to say that when we first set out to make this song, we were all thinking ‘Emmy!'” Samberg said in accepting the award Saturday for best original music and lyrics.

“The other thing we were thinking was, ‘Hey! Here’s this young up and comer, Justin Timberlake, who is clearly very talented and could clearly use a break,'” Samberg said. “So, Justin, if you’re out there, congrats to you, kid.'”

The video, which beat out competition that included two songs from a musical edition of Scrubs, became an Internet sensation. It garnered millions of views on YouTube and NBC’s website, which posted an un-bleeped version.

The Creative Arts Emmys, which recognize technical and other achievements for the 2006-07 season, will air Sept. 15 on E!, the night before the Primetime Emmy Awards on Fox.

Read more here.