Saturday Night Live: “Margot Robbie/The Weeknd”

Saturday Night Live Season 42 kicked off with a super-charged, finely-tuned episode that felt more like mid-season than a premiere. SNL season openers have traditionally been a little shapeless and more than a little rusty. Credit newly-appointed co-head writers Chris Kelly and Sarah Schneider with curating a sharply-written show that benefitted from clear comic focus and consistently high performance energy. There is a noticeable lack of frat house antics and a renewed interest in character-driven comedy and political bits that bite. Instead of a show in transition, SNL42 looks to be a show that’s finally found itself.
Margot Robbie is a solid first-time guest host—not too overpowering—and eager to have fun and make fun of herself. Robbie is lovely, of course, but she’s also a strong actor…which always serves SNL guest hosts well. Here, she’s cast mostly as the hot girl (re: her Keira Knightley joke in “Actress Roundtable”), though the comic twists on the trope are interesting, and give Robbie plenty to work with.
In pre-tape “The Librarian,” hot girl casting is pushed to absurd extremes. Introduced as the stereotypical hot librarian, Robbie suddenly transforms into a nightmarish cartoon of Satanic proportions. The effect, while amusing, also offers an unapologetically feminist response to those (teenage boys) whose first instinct is to objectify via Yello’s “Oh Yeah” slow-mo montage.
Similarly, in “Live Report” we see the entire world’s bafflement and dismay, not that a sinkhole has opened up in a Florida parking lot, but that an otherwise useless man is married to a perfect beauty. The sketch offers a sly dig at Trumpian values while also pointing the finger at ourselves. Indeed, we all objectify, qualify, and elevate/worship physical beauty. Not just the narcissistic and vain among us.
This past week saw NBC announce that Alec Baldwin would portray Donald Trump all season long, and in “Donald Trump vs. Hillary Clinton: Debate Cold Open” neither Baldwin nor Kate McKinnon as Hillary Clinton disappoint.
On the face of it, Baldwin lacks Trump’s intrinsic (and physical) puffery. Where Trump seems to float like an untethered Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon, Baldwin’s physicality is like a circling shark. But here, Baldwin directs the full measure of his sharkiness at deflating Trump’s over-wrought, hot air persona. And it works.