Saturday Night Live Djesus Uncrossed, a Travesty
by Frank Kaufmann, 02/19/13Page 1
A lot bothers me about theSNL airing of Djesus Uncrossed using the risen Lord
Christ as subject matter to parody Tarantino'sDjango Unchained. These include the giddy cheers of the SNL live audience following the piece, thecomments under the YouTube video of the sketch, the patent and far reachingdouble standard about whom it is fine to offend in American culture, theworrisome depths and numbness to which popular entertainment culture hasdeclined, the pathological schizophrenia the obtains among left wingentertainment elite on the matter of violence, and the timing of the piece (namelythe start of Lent). The core of my disappointment lays not in moralist or liturgical obsessionsinvolving legitimate charges of blasphemy (in my view a proper injunction) but inmore widely applicable negatives namely that material like this is ignorant andchildish. Like a 1 year old smearing poo everywhere thinking herself an avant-garde rebel against constraining norms. The difference between SNL's skit and the little one smearing stink is that thechild is not heavily funded, and does not participate in a network of self importantfigures in the multi-billion dollar entertainment industrial complex, spending yourmoney and drinking your wine. The 1 year old thankfully is limited to her ownrear-end, her own walls, her own face and hair, and she doesn't have a thousandpeople excitedly cooing, under a YouTube video imagining themselves championsof courageous and daring horizons of self expression. The putrid outcome of the little one in her diapers further resembles the Djesusskit in that neither is funny. SNL has long been lazy in creating elaborateenactments of profoundly average ideas. This skit had a single funny line, callingthe SNL grotesquery less violent than Mel Gibson's cartoonish and bloodydepiction of Jesus. The delighted squeals and cheers from the SNL live audience can probably beforgiven. Anyone who's ever been a part of a live TV audience knows thedemeaning experience of being manipulated by second rate comics or MCs tellingyou when to laugh and when to applaud. It is embarrassing. Some years back Iwent to see Tracy Chapman on the Letterman Show. Loved her, hated being toldwhat to do all night long by cue card holding clowns.