So, the man-bashing Amy Schumer -- who now makes jokes about her autistic husband, how sweet -- shows up for yet another SNL. The good thing about Schumer . . . Well, good might not be the right word . . . Is she's consistent. You can expect any SNL she hosts to pretty much do away with the male cast members except in situations where they have to be dumb and wanting, like the labored sketch about a twerp who won't go to therapy unless it's somehow linked to the size of his reproductive organ. Wow, funny. Insightful.
This line of thought runs throughout the sketches, going one further to propose the -- gasp! -- horrible proposition that White women might want and compete over an Asian man. Yeah, because nothing is funnier than male bashing except maybe toxic reacism and stereotyping. Never mind that the musical guest has a Filipino mother. Then there's the sketch about lunch with the ladies, where the only men are in the background.
That's Schumer because -- wink! Wink! -- it's okay to be bigoted trash as long as you make it into a joke.
There's some nonsense that's about three minutes too long about hats, only this one makes fun of the "dumb women" who wear them. I guess that's supposed to balance things out.
Was there anything funny about this episode? No. Everything continues to be off. Colin Jost for some reason does his tired schtick about -- wait for it -- being a bigot against Black people, even though this isn't one of those episodes where he and Michael Che write jokes for each other. Che, by the way, seemed on the verge of passing out. Did he test positive for COVID? What's going on?
Punkie Johnson is now a regular cast member. Why? She does almost nothing each episode, and she did almost nothing here.
It's rather sad how SNL continues to decline.
