The liberation of Saturday Night Live is real. Since the inauguration, the show has gotten stronger every week, as if the writers are recovering lung capacity after choking on the noxious fumes of the last presidency. Under Trump, the cold opens had become almost a form of torture. With his acts of amoral carnage and buffoonery swept out of the White House, SNL’s aim continues to seem both wider and more relevant, and at times blessedly empathetic.
Last week in America truly felt like one long national game of playing So You Think You Can Get a Vaccine—all of us pounding the refresh button, wondering at the ethics and actuality of hot tips, and cursing an appointment system that wasn’t prioritizing your 73-year-old father with COPD. “Americans will only want to get it if it means someone else can’t!” said Kate McKinnon’s Dr. Fauci. “We’re low on Moderna, but we do have the Kirkland signature vaccine from Costco.” Contestants vied for their shot by pitching their preconditions (“I have a really bad attitude and an allergy to dust,” said Heidi Gardner) or lying about their age or addictions. When the show returns on March 27 with Maya Rudolph as host, pray that the roll-out has come so far that we get a sketch about folks alternately bragging and moaning about the intensity of their second dose reactions.
Host and musical guest Nick Jonas had a questionable high fashion moment here and there–those mysterious pockets on his monologue jacket!—but was put to excellent use throughout the show. After an unnecessarily humiliating assist from big brother Kevin in the audience (“Are we still in a band? Because I just bought a house”), Jonas went back to his Les Miserables roots, drinking with cast members in melancholy tribute to an unguaranteed future where we delete Zoom and say goodbye to the friends in our head.
Are workout mirrors in fact the work of the devil? Because McKinnon’s Shannon Delgado got trapped in one by Pete Davidson’s Azuzal on her way home from buying paper towels. “I need you to call my husband Ron,” she begged of aspirational home athletes Chris Redd and Mikey Day. “Azuzul guards the gateway!” But the boys wanted to get jacked biceps like their mirror coach Jonas, never mind that he too served at the hem of evil.
Murder shows had their moment! Chloe Fineman shooed her hot Jonas boyfriend out of the apartment so she could snuggle up to the TV for some cozy me-time. Swathed in red vinyl, the women of SNL serenaded the disorienting background pleasure of zoning out to true crime. “Satanic killers on the loose in Texas,” sang Ego Nwodim to a very catchy beat. “And I’m on Insta keeping tabs on my exes.” Jonas later commandeered the remote because dudes got down to cult shows instead, and the show took the very ripe opportunity to throw him in Keith Raneire’s volleyball shorts.
Weekend Update went after the Republican accusation that Biden’s $1.9 trillion Covid relief bill was one fat liberal wish list. “But wouldn’t a liberal wish list be avocado toast with Chrissy Teigen?” said Colin Jost. (That shout-out, coupled with the ode to her beloved murder shows, must have made our Cravings Queen’s night.) Kenan Thompson revived his LaVar Ball character, who proposed a merging of North and South Carolina and debuted his new line of chocolate caramel basketball shoes. It is always a pleasure to see that man break Michael Che. Cecily Strong had another go at Marjorie Taylor Greene, who was back in the news this week for being awful and stupid, like she will be every week if we keep taking the bait. Rather than talk Covid relief or any other matter of substance, she warned “If Mr. Potato Head is allowed to marry another Mr. Potato Head, I’ll kill myself.”
The weirder the sketch, so often the better, especially if it involves Aidy Bryant or Kyle Mooney. Bryant turned up as Cinderella’s faithful little buddy Mousalina, the impregnated object of Jonas’ Prince Charming’s affection. “He dunked me in a glass of champagne and I was ready to rock,” she said. Later in the night, Mooney was left to partner with a life-sized Joe Gardner doll—from the movie Soul—on the junior class field trip to a water park. The man plays a specific kind of outsider yearning so well that sometimes, it’s almost painful.
The sketch was working on its own absurd merits—playing off the horniness of teenagers having an excuse to sit in each other’s laps and Mooney’s pathetic Soul mate–but it also had him repeatedly being written off as cuck. I get what the word means; I just don’t get the joke of saying it so many times. Also, somebody let this guy off the sight gag beat where he’s the foil of hunks.
You know it’s a good night when they saved one of the best sketches for last. McKinnon and Jonas met cute at a martini bar, both stripped by this last dumb year of social graces. But if going back into the real world means hot guys pulling kittens out of their pockets, then let’s get ourselves vaccinated! Every time kitty mewed off camera, McKinnon broke a little. We’re slowly coming back to life. Press refresh.
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