Saturday Night occasionally descends into boring, clunky exposition with more than a few “chubby hmm” moments that don’t pass the sniff test. But its heart is in the right place, and that’s not nothing. The performances are solid across the board, but it’s interesting to see how much the tenor of the film changes when a genuine star like Rachel Sennod is on the screen. And Jon Batiste’s wonderful propulsive, anxiety-making soundtrack does an incredible job of underscoring the chaos of the story.

Could have been a lot worse.