Saturday Night Live has been on the air during the presidencies of Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and Barack Obama, and it’s kind of fun to imagine what they would have done if any of those boring-in-retrospect presidents had, to pick just one example, had an affair with a porn star, told her she reminded him of his daughter, got her to spank him with a copy of Forbes, and then paid her to keep it a secret. (Allegedly!) This is the show that got weeks of material out of Gerald Ford’s clumsiness, a flaw they more or less had to invent. But nobody has to invent flaws for Donald Trump—nobody can even keep track of all the real ones. So this week, Saturday Night Live paid tribute to our most exhausting president with a game show that perfectly captures the zeitgeist: What Even Matters Anymore.
The format is pretty simple: host Jessica Chastain tells the contestants something Donald Trump has done or said, and then asks them if it even matters anymore. It doesn’t. It never does.
Presumably, it never will. The Republicans aren’t going to get rid of the guy, the Democrats are convinced “Mitch McTurtle” is an effective political response, and the citizenry is too busy hoping they won’t die in a nuclear holocaust. We might as well all take Chastain’s approach and start guzzling white wine straight from the bottle.
It’s an effective way to run through all the things Saturday Night Live would normally cover about Trump’s fuckups and fiascos this week without having to stretch the show’s runtime to twelve hours, so structurally, at least, it’s a very smart move. Plus, the final round gives the cast a chance to predict future Trump catastrophes that would have absolutely no impact on his presidency. (Kenan Thompson’s prediction will give you nightmares.) The fourth-wall breaking final act kills some of the momentum, but you know what? It doesn’t even matter anymore.