Chance the Rapper Carries the Best SNL This Season
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Chance the Rapper’s charisma was infectious last night. The first-time host elevated every sketch in last night’s Saturday Night Live, making it the best episode of this season so far. Chance delivered the kind of charming, enthusiastic and assured performance that should get him invited back to host the show again and again. The guy might be the new Timberlake, at least when it comes to goofing around on ancient network sketch comedy shows.
We have to give credit where it’s due, though. It wasn’t just Chance’s charm that made last night’s episode so good. The writing, which has struggled so far during the show’s 43rd season, was significantly sharper and more consistent than it’s been of late. Even Weekend Update, which we tend to go pretty hard on around here, was smarter, sharper and funnier than it’s been in a long time. Clearly something clicked with the SNL cast and crew this week, driving the kind of inspiration they’ve been short on all season. Maybe it was the excitement of getting a few weeks off. Maybe it was Chance. Either way, it could be seen on screen for most of this episode.
It actually started a little slow. The cold open was the only Trump-related sketch of the night, and thankfully it was free of Alec Baldwin’s petrified Trump impersonation. That doesn’t mean it was good, though. Alex Moffat and Mikey Day’s Eric and Donald Trump Jr. might not be as comically desiccated as Baldwin’s exhausted Trump, but it’s still another example of this show reducing all politics to a repetitive caricature instead of engaging in legitimately insightful or incisive satire. Framed as a secretive meeting during last year’s campaign, with the Trump sons picking up the hacked DNC emails from Kate McKinnon’s Julian Assange, the sketch wound up being just a series of man-child jokes. We have no doubt that the real Trump sons are incredibly dumb, but we don’t need a new sketch every week about how Eric Trump is basically a grown-up toddler in a suit. If anything, it gives too much credit to Don Jr. We’ll say it again: if you don’t think you have anything legitimately funny to say about politics, SNL, don’t feel like you have to say anything at all. The union will still stand if you go a week without a cold open about the Trump Administration’s buffoonish venality.
Chance’s monologue was also a little weak. He was great—immediately comfortable on that stage, immediately charismatic to an extent rarely seen from first-time SNL hosts—but this was some of the weakest writing on the show. He basically sang about a series of stereotypical awkward family encounters you might have during Thanksgiving. Pretty much the entire cast got involved, but between bad sound mixing and mostly uninspired jokes it just fell flat. Chance almost made it work.
After these opening moments the episode was pretty consistently good. A sketch about Bruce Wayne throwing a charity food drive for Gotham’s poor was one of the best, building on a sociopolitical argument against Batman that has gained increasing attention over the last several years (I made a similar argument for Paste a few years ago). Chance, Leslie Jones, Chris Redd and Kenan Thompson played Gotham citizens invited to Wayne Manor to pick up food for Thanksgiving, where they all share stories about how Batman brutalized them or their friends for petty crimes like littering and stealing TVs, to the increasing discomfort of Beck Bennett’s Bruce Wayne. It hinges on the violence not just of Batman’s vigilantism but the constant specter of police brutality over black communities, giving voice to the arguments against Batman’s proto-Death Wish origins and single-minded commitment to violent retribution. If Batman somehow existed in the real world he wouldn’t be a hero to the downtrodden: he’d be another rich asshole protecting rich assholes, but this time with fists and gadgets instead of exploitable legal codes and inexcusable tax cuts.