Saturday Night Live: “Casey Affleck/Chance the Rapper”
Photos by Mary Ellen Matthews, courtesy of NBC
Bah! Humbug!
Saturday Night Live horrifically miscasts Casey Affleck as guest host, and in doing so, leaves a proverbial lump of coal in our collective stockings.
This is prototypical bad SNL: a guest host who brings absolutely nothing to the table matched with a writing staff and repertory company that seems completely out of gas creatively. What might be forgivable and forgettable any other week isn’t for what has traditionally been the best or near-best episode of the season—the Christmas show.
Affleck walks onto the stage for his opening monologue like a man condemned. He quickly points out the film he is there to promote (Manchester By the Sea), the film that’s got industry insiders projecting him as a top Oscar contender, and wonders aloud why they’d bring him in for a sketch comedy show over someone who is actually funny or cool. He goes on to describe his acclaimed film as “incredibly depressing,” “a downer,” “unbearably” and “crushingly” sad. (Sorry about that Roadside Attractions and Amazon Studio…) The entire monologue plays like an apology for what we’re about to see. Affleck knows the show is going to be bad, SNL knows the show is going to be bad—so bad that not even SNL guest host legends Alec Baldwin and John Goodman (in a funny dad joke of a cameo) can convince us otherwise.
We’ve seen this happen before. The wrong guest host can sandbag an entire episode. Affleck is not a bad actor, he’s just a bad Saturday Night Live host. With the sole exception of Boston-razzing pre-tape “Dunkin’ Donuts,” he’s not the kind of host who inspires a parody or a sketch. Affleck is a host the show has to work around. Indeed, the episode’s best moments come when Affleck is off-screen or relegated to parts cast member Pete Davidson could have (should have) played.
“Christmas Miracle” brings back a Kate McKinnon classic, Ms. Rafferty. Rafferty, again, is chain-smoking, cynical, and horribly unlucky in the face of supernatural phenomenon. These sketches could work as stand-alone McKinnon monologues or as Weekend Update interviews. But the SNL writers cleverly use the happy and peaceful experiences of two other witnesses (always Cecily Strong and the week’s guest host) to contrast with McKinnon’s monologue, and an ostensibly official inquest by Aidy Bryant and Bobby Moynihan to direct the flow and build to bigger laughs. This particular incarnation of the sketch, where Rafferty and her friends are magically whisked away to the North Pole by Santa Claus and the Krampus-like Krinklemaus, was as funny as ever—maybe the night’s best offering. But somehow the laughs never grew to the level they have before. This might be because (for once) McKinnon’s supporting players never broke. Or maybe the joke’s grown stale. But it’s hard not to notice that Affleck’s there…pretty much bringing nothing. No wonder, no sense that any of this actually happened and changed his life forever. A comic actor would know that’s the joke and play it. Affleck is aloof, like he’s already at the cast party after the show.