
Justin Timberlake will host this weekend’s season finale of “Saturday Night Live” with musical guest Lady Gaga, an episode that I’m genuinely looking forward to. And since I only get to say that once or twice a year about “SNL” (the other occasions being when Jon Hamm or Alec Baldwin host), I’ve embedded the Timberlake/Andy Samberg promos below. Even when Timberlake is mired in a totally moronic premise, he still goes all in and gets the maximum comedic value from a bit. That stupid handsome talented son of a bitch. I hate him.



I hate that I love him.
I wish he would be more selective when deciding movie roles. I also wish he would be considered more for roles that go to others.
I love him as a SNL host, but I’m not physically attracted to him in the least. I don’t get the appeal there.
But what night does it air?
DG: And you must be Timberlake. Look, darling, Justin Timberlake. The most multi-talented entertainer since Streisand, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
My totally real lady friend: You don’t even know him.
DG: Yes, but there’s just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don’t know, reminds me of… me. No. I’m sure of it, I hate him.
I don’t get the physical attraction either but thank God he ditched his perm.
He has such nice eyes. I’d totally poke those eyes.
Physically, I don’t get it either. He’s a little boyish for me.
I can’t deny the appeal of his talent though. It’s like I KNOW he’s probably a giant tool, but I’d still make out with him anyway. I mean, he did bring sexy back after all.
I’m glad he’s not also the musical guest. I’m tired of finding myself naked by the end of his songs.
Love the Tombstone reference.
And hate that I have to admit I like Timberlake.
So when do they start sucking each other’s wieners?
An ad before your ad? I hate you, NBC.