Theme song a black lady sketch show8/12/2023 In the debut episode, one woman who is part of Bassett’s Bad Bitch Support Group dreams of being "just an OK bitch." But her hopes are quickly deflated by fellow members one woman instantly snaps back, "We don't use that type of language up in here." But it's all a veneer for the sketch's grander play, it's unpacking of unrealistic gender expectations. Haddassah Olayinka Ali-Youngman, who teaches a "Hertep Masterclass," believes the black family unit is under threat because men are "unfocused and unproductive, doing frivolous things like getting therapy and smiling." Almost every wisecrack spouts and spreads like magma, its wit and social clarity inescapable. Topics broached span gendered beauty expectations, cancel culture ("Yes, Mel Gibson is a racist asshole, but I can still watch Lethal Weapon for Danny Glover, right?"), controversial bedtime hair regimens ("So no scarf at all, like a black chick on a TV show written by white people?"), dating, collective versus individual black identity (in one sketch, Dennis admits to not wearing lotion and is met with unanimous ire), classic R&B songs, and problematic wokeness. That choice of reorientation, to essentially position the black woman's perspective as the default, allows for a kind of unprecedented range rarely allotted on TV. The small nuances of the show are downright refreshing. Almost no men populate the series, and the handful that are allowed screen time are given lines of little consequence or don't have speaking roles at all. With its collage-like framework, ABLSS wonderfully interrogates the canyons and summits of black womanhood. "What I always wanted was to find a black lady therapist in network, but I guess I dream too big," Black confesses at one point, and later, awash in club lights, Brunson channels her inner Langston Hughes, wondering, "What happens to a twerk unnoticed? Does it dry up like a raisin?"Īlmost every wisecrack in A Black Lady Sketch Show spouts and spreads like magma, its wit and social clarity inescapable. Let us not dwell on that fact too long because there are other bona fides that merit rapturous praise: like the innate bond among the show’s leading quartet, the uncommon artistry of the sketches onscreen that instantly burrow into the brain and take hold (A baptist church open mic! Negro League groupies! A local gang that operates like a mega-corporation, with 401(k)s, maternity leave, and severance packages!), and the diamond polish of the writing. I don't want to make too much of the show's obvious benchmark-it's a fully black-women-led enterprise exclusively starring, written, and directed by-especially since that should be the bare minimum for TV networks (and film studios) in 2019 but it is noteworthy. Each episode, too, is packed tight with veteran talent: Angela Bassett runs a Bad Bitch Support Group, Nicole Byer moonlights as an evil spy, and Patti LaBelle appears as a singing spirit every time Black splits from a boyfriend. Jason Parham writes about pop culture for WIRED.ĪBLSS was created by Robin Thede ( The Rundown with Robin Thede The Nightly Show) and is executive produced by Issa Rae ( Insecure), which means much of its thematic terrain comes naturally and is only heightened by the comedic elasticity of the four women at the show's center: actress-comedian-writers Gabrielle Dennis, Quinta Brunson, Ashley Nicole Black, and Thede. In fact, the foursome are among a rising comedy avant-garde on TV that includes Spanish language curios (HBO's charming Los Espookys), alt-sketch programs (Netflix's deliriously clever I Think You Should Leave with Tim Robinson and Comedy Central's Alternatino), a black mockumentary (IFC's Sherman’s Showcase), and more traditional fare (Hulu's Ramy and South Side, which debuted on Comedy Central last week to impressive numbers). What the genre has lacked in past years-diversity of thought and representation-Thede and Co. In most ways, ABLSS mirrors classic sketch totems like Chappelle's Show, Inside Amy Schumer, and Saturday Night Live. Luckily, we don't have to wait until the oceans have warmed to an inhospitable boil and the ground beneath us has decayed into ash and bone for such biting, resonant, and needed fare. The tacit irony of the women's candor-black female voices talking freely and without the claw of male authority on a prestige network-is that a scene like this would likely only exist if the world had actually come to an end (which, depending on how you color your personal worldview, it kind of has in a way).
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