Saturday Night Live: “Brie Larson/Alicia Keys”

With a season-ending trilogy upon us—Brie Larson/Alicia Keys, Drake, Fred Armisen/Courtney Barnett—it may be tempting to throw in the towel on a another frustrating season of Saturday Night Live, to resurrect the “Saturday Night Dead” trope and begin the deconstruction.
Not so fast.
Writing SNL reviews for Paste, I am often chided by friends: “Why do you still watch that awful show?” “It is so bad!” “Saturday Night Live hasn’t been funny in years.” The simple answer is that I think every episode of Saturday Night Live, good or bad, is a small miracle. I enjoy watching talented people make live comedy on TV. I’m a longtime fan of sketch comedy and popular music. And…there’s always something funny on the show. It’s not like SNL just stopped being amusing when Kristen Wiig or Will Ferrell or Dana Carvey left. It’s just seems like that because that’s when you stopped following the show.
Comedy is a funny business. It is a work of art and craft…and quite often, dumb luck. SNL’s 41st season started pretty shaky (as it does most seasons) and then found its groove. Or more aptly, found a reliable path to funny. Watching this happen in real time can be maddening, but…it’s why I watch. And as we arrive at the end of another season of trial and error, it has become a pleasure.
Speaking of “in my day, Saturday Night Live was actually funny,” Dana Carvey’s iconic Church Lady returns in the episode’s cold open. Carvey’s pious Sunday School teacher is classic school boy parody, broad like old-SNL, and ironically enough, preachy. Even when the Church Lady was a staple of Saturday Night Live, she’d arrived a decade after she might have been considered prescient or sardonic. To see her return is more an exercise in nostalgia than satire—the contemporary Church Lady’s sanctuary is her self-righteous cause blog and Twitter feed. They don their hairshirts all over your Facebook wall as evangelists for a Presidential candidate—and woe to those who oppose said candidate. Still, it’s an effective way to bid farewell to the candidacy of damningly pious Ted Cruz and play with Darrell Hammond’s always brilliant Donald Trump.
Carvey really is one of the best performers to ever appear on Saturday Night Live. And his aging face has never looked better under the Church Lady’s battleship gray wig. He goes all in for this (he always does), and even though the 2016 studio audience is not as raucous as his late ‘80s audiences were, he sells the hell out of the bit.