Recently it has felt like that upon finishing the weekly installment of Saturday Night Live there’s a sense of emptiness. I know I watched an hour and a half of television, but why do I feel so unfulfilled? If a sketch comedy show is broadcast and it’s not funny does it really happen? Well, this season the show has managed to create buzz despite a dearth of good sketches; so far we’ve learned that if the host is a trainwreck (January Jones) or possessed by flubber (Regular Joe Gordon Levitt) then the show can make waves without being funny. Then what’s the takeaway from this latest Blake Lively hosted edition? It’s certainly not of comic triumph (many reviewers are still citing the Taylor Swift episode for this type of euphoria, although I think that entry fell short as well). No, it just feels like another 90 minutes of sketches, monologue, musical performances and commercials (both genuine and of the parody variety) that went by mostly unremarkably. However, like any episode, good or bad, funny or offensive (usually the latter of both those comparisons), there are a couple moments worth noting. Let’s start at the top and then we’ll move directly to the bottom.