June 16-22 SNL Week: Saturday Night Live is celebrating 50 years on the air, can NBC last for another 50 years??

I hate saying people are nepo babies to the point that, of course, I did it right in the first sentence. But yeah, Please Don’t Destroy are Ben Marshall, John Higgins and Martin Herlihy and of them, only Marshall doesn’t have famous parents. Higgins’ dad is Steve Higgins, producer of SNL and Jimmy Fallon’s announcer, as well as the nephew of Chris Elliot and actor David Anthony Higgins. Herlihy is the son of Tim, Adam Sandler’s longtime writing partner and a former SNL producer. They got together in 2017 and, within just four years, ended up as writers on SNL, writing digital shorts. She’s not the only person with a family history at the show, as Jane Wickline’s mother, Marcy Hardart, was Lorne Michaels’ assistant, and her father, Matt, was a writer on Letterman and In Living Color.

I mean, I guess you can come from anywhere and be funny. Whether or not SNL is funny is up to you.

Ben, John and Martin are the names the guys use in this, and they’re all growing away from one another. Ben is taking over Trout Plus, the family store, from his father (Conan O’Brien). At the same time, Martin has found religion and a girlfriend who goes by Amy (Nichole Sakura). John is about to be left behind, so he decides to make a break to Foggy Mountain to find a treasure — Jean Pierre La Roche’s bust of Marie Antoinette — that everyone is looking for, like park rangers Lisa (Megan Stalter) and Taylor (X Mayo) and the cult of Deetch Nordwind (Bowen Yang), who have been looking for it for perhaps a decade.

Funny moments:

• Gaten Matarazzo of Stranger Things is killed by a cult
• Martin goes full-on action hero and has a weird Italian accent.
• The fact that the music seems trapped in the mid-2000s.
• The non-nepo baby is the fictional nepo baby.

Truly, this is the kind of movie that people who think I should watch something would send me, and I’m not being elitist here. I mean, I watch SNL every week knowing it sucks, so what taste do I have? I mean, I like the Lonely Island movies and these guys feel like, well, the kids who watched Lonely Island on YouTube and decided to do i. Still, alsoo they had rich dads, like the dude I used to work for whose son works in his company who hated the sons of people who owned companies when he was young and now he’s old and his son is a wash out and barely wants to work, but he’s his son, dammit. What do I know? My son is a 3-pound dog that I hope outlives me, and I can’t teach him how to be a writer. Comedy feels half ass today and I’m saying that as someone who finds the dumbest and worst teen sex comedies uproarious. The bar is low, and this is fine. It’s fine. I’m trying to convince myself, not you. You can do whatever you want.

I mean, is a Soulja Boy needledrop so funny that you have to do it three times really that funny?