It was announced yesterday (7.30) that Jason Reitman‘s SNL 1975 has been retitled Saturday Night, which in my mind is a safe, boring, candy-ass title that damn near puts you to sleep. (The rationale is that SNL was originally called Saturday Night during its first season).

But if it was called Jane, You Ignorant Slut, the entire civilized world would beat a path to the megaplex when it opens on Friday, 10.11.

No, no, wait….it can’t be called Jane, You Ignorant Slut! It can’t because the #MeToo brigade would take offense and possibly even picket the megaplexes where it’ll be showing.

This is the difference between the sensibilities of 2024 and 1975. There was a certain impudent, irreverent, hornet’s-nest-poking attitude in ’75, and today there’s mostly squeamishness, which is a polite term for cowardice.

No, it doesn’t matter in the slightest that the Dan Aykroyd-Jane Curtin “Point-Counterpoint” skits launched in 1978…a non-issue.

Here’s hoping Saturday Night plays at Telluride.