SNL: “Ronda Rousey / Selena Gomez”

Last November, mixed martial arts fighter Holly Holm shocked the world when she landed a wicked kick on reigning champ Ronda Rousey’s head—effectively knocking Rousey out in the second round and claiming the title of Ultimate Fighting Championship Women’s Bantamweight Champ.
Many Saturday Night Live fans were scratching their heads when Rousey was announced as an upcoming guest host, but it actually makes perfect sense. Rousey is a sports brand in her own right and, no doubt, many of her fans tuned in to SNL to watch—if only to see if she can still stand.
But Saturday Night Live, even on the ropes, is a tough gig. Guest hosts must arrive with some modicum of performance talent and experience…a set of technical skills that go beyond a good-natured sense of humor and the ability to read cue cards. Though Rousey was certainly well intended in her Saturday Night Live debut, she ultimately loses by disqualification. She’s simply not ready for this stage.
How do you parody Sarah Palin’s bizarre Donald Trump endorsement press conference? Ultimately, this is the problem with Tina Fey and Darrell Hammond’s “Palin Endorsement Cold Open.” Though both veteran performers bring their A-game and it’s fun to watch (Sarah makes an absurd, non-sequitur statement, The Donald responds with a wry aside…the gist of which is this woman is bat-shit crazy.), the parody plays as political comedy comfort food, and it never quite rises above. In fact, there is the sense that none of this is parody at all. It’s documentary. Palin and Trump are two people who appear to be quite popular and beloved with a certain audience despite their unhinged demeanor. Perhaps a more acerbic approach is called for…something more evolved, something dark. Still, as is, the sketch carried the show through a dreadful Ronda Rousey Monologue to the evening’s would-be highlight: “Screen Guild Awards.”
Art awards are dumb. That includes Emmys, Grammys, Oscars and Tony Awards. Indeed, the entire E.G.O.T. pantheon represents a frivolous, self-congratulatory, unevolved part of our popular culture: all of us—artists and audience—at our worst. But no amount of intellectual understanding can change the fact that big-time art awards endure and thrive. They matter. Because not having a monarchy doesn’t mean that Americans don’t crave royalty. Celebrities are our kings and queens. So it’s really weird that so many our most celebrated movie royals are white.
To this end, Saturday Night Live properly goes in for the kill in a rowdy, deeply satirical, bench-clearing sketch that gives us the most inconsequential white actors nominated for (and winning) a Best Actor award over high-achieving black actors. But why hold back, SNL? Why the thinly veiled references to Creed, Straight Outta Compton, Beasts of No Nation and the various actors and writers who’ve been snubbed? It’s a great idea for a sketch, and precisely the kind of topic Saturday Night Live should take on, but it ultimately plays a little shy…even coy. Has SNL become the Hillary Clinton of the entertainment industry: the ultimate insider posing as reform-minded rabble-rouser?
“Bland Man,” a reprise of one of last season’s best sketches (“Farm Hunk” with Blake Shelton), is a timely send-up of ABC’s The Bachelor, now in its 20th season. (Yes, you read that right. Twenty seasons.) In the sketch, Taran Killam basically plays himself—SNL’s token bland white guy—in a series of faux-intimate encounters with would-be Loves of His Life. Kate McKinnon and Aidy Bryant are standouts in a sketch that smartly mocks the banal bachelor as much as his desperate suitors.