It always burns my brisket when people say, “SNL hasn’t been good since [whenever].” Ninety-five percent of the time, they haven’t even tuned into the show since then (except when NBC gets a host like Donald Trump to increase ratings, even if it means a trainwreck of an episode). But mostly it bothers me because, for the last couple seasons, female cast members have consistently been the stars of the show — whereas in the past, women just didn’t have the same level of support. Bravo to last night’s host Julia Louis-Dreyfus for boldly reminding audiences of SNL’s “Julia Louis-Dreyfus Years” in her monologue, through a clip wherein she delivers one line as a secretary in an Ed Grimley sketch.
At one point I sneeze into a Kleenex full of semen. But nobody tells me.
I mean, c'mon, Cecily Strong’s rendition of her One-Dimensional Female Character In A Male Driven Comedy? Let’s think for a second about anybody pitching THAT in the ‘80s. Equal parts disturbing and brilliant, it was the best bit of the night.
You mean a big bank breakup? You BREAK ‘EM UP!
In the cold open, Larry David is back as Bernie to debate Kate McKinnon’s Hillary in Brooklyn, and the pair are goofy as ever. At one point, McKinnon does what Hillary seemed to want to do the whole night of the actual debate — she gets Bernie in a headlock and noogies him, asking, “Do you feel that ‘bern?!’"Then Elaine Benes shows up and asks Larry-as-Bernie about how he really feels about taxing the rich. Like, rich sitcom-creators included.
If God is gay, then why aren’t there any gay priests?!
The two filmed sketches were, as usual, tightly constructed and spot-freakin-on. In the first one, Louis-Dreyfus plays a wife and mother dramatically ending an affair with her airhead pool boy, played by a perfectly acquiescent Pete Davidson, who’s chill with whatever she decides.
The second one is a “faith-based” film trailer for “God Is A Boob Man,"wherein Vanessa Bayer plays a small-town baker who is sued by "liberal elites run wild” because she won’t bake a wedding cake for two gay men. And cue Rachel Plattan’s “Fight Song.”