Saturday Night Live: “Amy Schumer/The Weeknd (41.02)”

Saturday Night Live is better in its second outing of the season due to the ebulliently competent performance of host Amy Schumer. The Inside Amy Schumer and Trainwreck star arrived at Studio 8H ready for her closeup. Three seasons of her own brand of television sketch comedy has turned Schumer into the kind of performer SNL usually needs eight or nine seasons to develop. And though guest hosts rarely write or direct their material, it is clear that the show’s writers were on their A-game with her in the building.
The episode wasn’t outstanding overall, but it was promising. SNL41 has the potential to put together a respectable season…after scaring the bejeezus out of fans last week with its worst season opener in two decades.
The episode starts slowly, with another one of those limp “Fox and Friends” parodies they’ve been hawking for a few seasons now for a Cold Open. Granted, it was a slow week in politics—Congressional Republicans wrangling over who will be their next Speaker is way too wonkish for most of us to relate to—but the flaw in this sketch is more practical than that. While Taran Killam’s Steve Doocy send-up is serviceable, Vanessa Bayer’s Elisabeth Hasselbeck and Bobby Moynihan’s Brian Kilmeade (especially Moynihan’s Kilmeade) aren’t even in the ballpark.
Schumer’s opening monologue was strong, but her first two sketches (“Delta Flight” and “Porn Teacher”) seemed better suited for post-Weekend Update…especially given the strength of the episode’s last sketch “Baby Shower,” in which Schumer’s strength as a character actor really shined. Even though most of us watch SNL later, in streaming bits and pieces, the show is taped live, in a deliberately chosen, sequential order. As such, the performers and their live audience are affected by that flow. “Delta Flight” was loud, and “Porn Teacher” was outrageous (it’s always good to see “happy-sweet” Aidy Bryant), neither sketch was very clever. Had it not been for pre-tape “Guns,” the entire episode may have slipped off the rails.
“Guns,” a preposterous lifestyle ad for America’s inglorious pastime, is brilliant. Satire should sting, maybe even hurt, and this piece does—no matter your opinion on the issue. Americans are just as addicted to gross sentimentality as we are our right to bear arms. “Guns” gives us a damning mash-up of both societal fetishes. Without question, the best sketch of the night.