While I may have demonstrated here that I will gladly infuse a standard preview with untold enthusiasm based on the talent involved, Super Fun Night will not be getting similar treatment. No matter how much I may love Rebel Wilson, or how much I want to believe in the comedic genius of Conan O'Brien, this preview feels like my soul is getting dipped in acid and then pressed between two beds of nails. After this one minue, fifty-one second preview, my face was frozen in an expression of epic WTF confoundment for the rest of the day. Really, I had to sign for a package and the postal carrier must have thought I had been watching Ylvis videos for twenty four hours straight.
What the hell was everyone involved with this pilot thinking?!
I get why Conan and Rebel wanted to work together. These are genuinely intelligent people who have their finger on the funny bone of the world, and have no problem sacrificing their bodies, dignity, and sense of shame at the alter of humor. I applaud such endeavors. But whatever priestess they had running the particular sacrificial rites for this show was obviously an imperfect believer, because this truly looks terrible.
I like the idea of a show that focuses on women who have no interest or skill in the twenty-something culture. I certainly feel like I fit into that definition closer than most other things on television. But while that may have been the concept, they don't deliver on it in any meaningful way. Instead, they rely on sight gags and cheap jokes. This show might kill me. Maybe if I wish real hard it'll get cancelled before I gouge my eyes out.