After Democrat caucus chaos and Trumps Senate acquittal, SNL managed to make a memorable week forgettable
Saturday Night Live opens at Friday’s New Hampshire Democratic debate. Following the Iowa caucuses ensues disaster and Donald Trump’s Senate acquittal, the Democrats have a lot razzing on this event.
Unfortunately for them, their presumed frontrunner, Joe Biden( Jason Sudeikis ), only suffered a huge electoral” kick down the nuts”, though he promises to do what he does best and” creep up from behind “. Meanwhile, the present actual frontrunners, “White Obama” onetime mayor Pete Buttigieg( Colin Jost) and” most popular guy on 4Chan” Bernie Sanders( Larry David) are still duking it out over the Iowa results.
Struggling to keep from being totally overshadowed by all the raging male ego, Amy Klobuchar( Rachel Dratch) compares herself and fellow New York Times endorsee Elizabeth Warren( Kate McKinnon) to recent SuperBowl half-time musicians Jennifer Lopez and Shakira in one of the most difficult jokes of the season( gravely, it’s so bad you’d contemplate the real Klobuchar was put forward with it ).
It’s still simply the second most cringeworthy moment in the freezing open, the first being the sneering chastening of Sanders’s” horde of internet trolls” for their annoying behavior.
It’s not that the show is wrong about them, it’s just that 1) any show that welcomed Trump on as multitude has no business moralizing from a centrist position and 2) it’s just gonna cause the Bernie bros to become even more annoying.
Anyway, the sheer disgracefulness of this week’s political theater generates this otherwise boilerplate, shrug-worthy cold open an extra-foul aftertaste. Reality TV star and draw icon RuPaul hosts for the first time. Some spectators may be confused as to why he’s not in draw for his monologue, but he assures us” I am wearing my grandmother’s panties “.
He then remembers about his early days in New York and lopes down the three rules that have received him through his numerous ups and downs:” No 1: get the money up front. No 2: if they ain’t compensating your statutes pay them no brain. And lastly: don’t do life too seriously .” It’s all very life-affirming and inspirational, but it’s also decidedly lack access to laughs.
In Charades, two families- one grey, one black- go opposing slopes in the popular parlor play. The black clas flagrantly disregards the rules, such as no talking and no pointing, and eventually steamrolls their tournament. It’s never clear whether the joke is that black people don’t know how to play charades or that they’re really good at getting movie evidences( this feels like the third or fourth hour SNL has invoked Bad Boys for Life this season ), though candidly, it’s never interesting or funny sufficient to matter.
RuPaul declares Chad, Pete Davidson’s monosyllabic slacker, to be” the future of lag “. He’s given RuPaul’s patented makeover of The Tuck, The Look, and The Face, though it doesn’t take in the end. Weighed down by two large” chicken cutlets” and a skintight dress, Chad just flops everybody. This pre-filmed similarly representation sinks flat, although RuPaul is much more natural here than “hes in” a live one.
Then, in Check-Splitting, Cecily Strong and RuPaul play two pushy department temps floored out in 80 s perms and blouses( it’s unclear if this is supposed to be a Designing Women reference, although it feels like it) who attempt to defend the honour of one of their coworkers during a remuneration strife at a restaurant. All they end up doing is revealing how much of a ridiculous closer she is, loudly declaring:” Every light this woman goes home to good-for-nothing- and NOTHING !”. The audience is initially onboard, but the sketch obstructs spinning its wheels, running out of steam long before it wraps up.
The same is true of Library, in which RuPaul inspects children’s reading and teaches them how” read … the dung “. Harmonizing to RuPaul:” Reading is shedding shadow: a merciless slander wrapped inside a marvelous wordplay .” Regrettably, any such glorious wordplay here is lost to bad timing and interminable bouts of touchy silence.
Justin Bieber is the night’s musical client. Sporting a ghastly mustache and been incorporated into a cord trio, he plays the song Yummy.
Weekend Update knocks off with Colin Jost poking fun at the recent photograph of Trump building the rounds, in which the president’s grotesque tan threads are extra-visible. Per Jost:” It’s like the day at the nursing home where they cause individual patients articulated their own makeup on .”
He and Michael Che trade fires at Trump’s rambling acquittal lecture; his confusing Kansas City, Kansas, for Kansas City, Missouri; and his fondnes for slur names- all to the loud, self-satisfied applause of the public. This material has already been driven into the ground on social media and across late light, and in light of Trump’s recent success and the Democrat’ recent debacles, it couldn’t feel more pointless.
Series newcomer Chloe Fineman get her first showcase by joining the legions to discuss her” favorite vacation”, the Oscars. It’s really exactly an excuse for her to do impressions- some better than others- of the actors Ana de Armas, Renee Zellweger, Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Meryl Streep, Scarlett Johansson and Laura Dern.
In a new chapter of Thirsty Cops, RuPaul and Ego Nwodim’s horny men take turns attacking a reckless operator. The last time the show used this setup, the Baltimore police department shed a hissy fit, but this one seems too milquetoast( and candidly, forgettable) to cause much of a stir.
The Old New York Show is a local-access curriculum hosted by longtime drinking companions and shut-ins Madge and Dickie( Aidy Bryant and McKinnon ). They’re joined by their mutual ex-husband, Terry T (” by day an unemployed shoe critic, by night … an herald on Broadway where I yell at damsels to pee-pee faster !”). They all remember about the golden days of” old New York”( or, 1994 ), sing some quick demo sings and start prank sees/ terrorist threats. It’s all very scattershot, but likewise endearingly grungy and consistently funny.
The show undoubtedly operated long, so rather than a closing representation, things wrap up with Bieber( and guest rapper Quavo) performing Intentions.
Talented an overall musician as he is, RuPaul simply didn’t seem particularly well-suited to live sketch comedy. But the bigger issue with this episode, and with the picture overall now that the primaries are well and truly upon us, is the political material.
This past week assured various major political gondola ruins play out before our eyes, and hitherto Saturday Night Live couldn’t workmanship one memorable sketch- nor even a single memorable joke- out of any of it. At this moment, if the best it can do is show us an embarrassing picture of Trump that people have ever laughing at for two days, it’s fair to ask: what intent is the show even performing?