The boys drive through the night—seven hours yet to go. Dean complains, wondering why they’re going back “there”. Yes, Travis was an old friend—haven’t seen him in 25 years, old—but they’ve missed funerals for much closer friends. Hunters. Sam simply says this is different. And what else are they going to do? Sit around the Bunker and wait for the world to end?
Look. I’m not saying that last night’s Saturday Night Live was great or anything — it wasn’t. In fact, one sketch might have been the most offensive one they’ve done so far this season — although NBA Bubble Draft, “titty meat” and Bill Burr’s entire monologue are still giving it a run for its money. But overall, last night’s episode felt more like an episode from the beginning of last season: not knock down hilarious, but amusing and even clever at points. Host Adele’s energy was a large part of this: her enthusiasm was infectious, and she seemed to be having a genuinely great time. In fact, her energy rubbed off on the audience who seemed to be enjoying themselves more than they have in the past three episodes. That, or I’m deluding myself, so desperate I am for one … just one … SNL episode be half good already.