Here we go again. Another Netflix documentary. At this pace, they'll be doing one on my life by February.
Don't get me wrong. I welcome this perspective because I was a huge fan of the SCTV franchise. For my money, their comedic sketches were on a par with those from the old Carol Burnett shows. And it soars over SNL which has never recovered from the loss of their first cast in 1980.
The talent behind SCTV was second to none and, despite the fact that it was only on the air for a couple of years, its comedic moments have never been equalled.
The cast is phenomenal. Andrea Martin. Eugene Levy. Rick Moranis. Martin Short. They all went on to wonderful careers. But none of them have come close to the work they did up there in Canada.
When the subject of a documentary is so revered, you can't help to expect the tribute film to be excellent. And this one is. Lots of good talking head interviews. And clips, clips, and more clips. At one point, I had torn emotions. I was laughing so hard at the special "Perry Como Barely Alive." But it also brought tears to my eyes.
God, we miss this kind of variety show on TV.
LEN'S RATING: Four stars.
Dinner last night: Leftover Chinese noodles.

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