Word: belushi
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...worth -- or not worth -- hearing, seeing and doing around the U.S. from week to week. Our critics raved about the program Night Music as "the best damn music show on television." But they warned watchers to skip the movie Wired in one terse comment: "The saddest thing about John Belushi's death might be this requiem...
...John Belushi and Gilda Radner are no longer around. The other Not Ready for Prime Time originals have phased into either obscurity or fat-cat Hollywood stardom. The baby boomers who discovered the show in the mid-'70s are now watching alongside their kids and struggling to keep up with the cast changes (which one is Phil Hartman?). Still, an anniversary for Saturday Night Live -- which will mark the start of its 15th season with a prime-time special next Sunday -- is more than just a routine occasion for TV nostalgia. The pressing question: Is Saturday Night still alive...
...performers from such cutting-edge venues as the Second City satirical troupe and National Lampoon magazine. Chevy Chase was the show's first star and formative influence, but the group effort soon produced a cornucopia of cultural reference points for the '70s: Roseanne Roseannadanna, the Coneheads, the Nerds, Belushi's Samurai warrior, Dan Aykroyd's Tom Snyder...
...ashes, a renaissance of sorts. For the 1986-87 season, Michaels pieced together a cast that finally took hold and is now starting its fourth season together. Only one of them -- the silky, moonfaced Jon Lovitz, creator of the pathological-liar character -- seems to capture the old spirit: like Belushi or Aykroyd or Radner, he gets laughs by simply showing up onstage. Still, there's plenty of talent on hand: Dana Carvey, a pixieish comic with devilish impressions of George Bush and Jimmy Stewart; Victoria Jackson, a ditsily appealing blond; and the sparkling, versatile Jan Hooks. If none seem destined...
WIRED. The saddest thing about John Belushi's death might be this grotesque requiem...