Saturday Night's All Right. . . well, almost all right.
It seemed for a while there that SNL was having something of a revival. New writers were turning out great, off-the-wall sketches, older ones were hitting their stride. They were even making stuff that was genuinely. . . memorable ("Dick in a Box" anyone?). This week, I was looking forward to it enough that I actually turned it on at 11:30 on the dot, only to be reminded why you call a good episode "pleasantly surprising." They usually suck.
The best thing I can say is that instead of giving us a few unfunny and overlong sketches, they gave us lots of short unfunny sketches. So at least they're writing more. Seemed like Andy Samberg was finally getting his big break this week, with his "Lazy Sunday" and "Dick in a Box" fame finally translating to more in-studio face time. Too bad he squandered it on Nicole Richie-thin sketches about an annoying kid and a white guy who can't rap. At least he had the restraint not to make that second sketch about how "black guys dance like this, but white guys be all like this." Maybe he's saving that for next week.
The best thing I can say is that instead of giving us a few unfunny and overlong sketches, they gave us lots of short unfunny sketches. So at least they're writing more. Seemed like Andy Samberg was finally getting his big break this week, with his "Lazy Sunday" and "Dick in a Box" fame finally translating to more in-studio face time. Too bad he squandered it on Nicole Richie-thin sketches about an annoying kid and a white guy who can't rap. At least he had the restraint not to make that second sketch about how "black guys dance like this, but white guys be all like this." Maybe he's saving that for next week.
posted by Chris Chafin at 12:17 AM
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