Assuming you forget about the “Work It”-like segment, the one featuring a MAN dressed as a WOMAN (wacky!), the Charles Barkley-hosted episode of “SNL” was like an ugly, high-scoring game of basketball between two bad teams; it may not have looked pretty, and your expectations were low to begin with, but you were kept entertained throughout. (I feel like every website used a vaguely defined sports metaphor to highlight their appreciation or hatred of the episode, so there’s ours. BOOYAH.)
None of the sketches were top-to-bottom perfect, and some were complete duds (the aforementioned “Joann’s Announcement,” “Rick Santorum Cold Open,” “New Mayan Calendar”), but Barkley did a better-than-anticipated job (certainly better than the last time he hosted, in 2010) and there were some memorable lines in there. In that sense, it was a very Tumblr and Twitter-friendly episode (and the highest rated “SNL” since Jim Carrey hosted, due largely to its NFL lead-in). In another, though, I doubt we’ll look back fondly on this episode at season’s end.
Now grab my belly, make a wish, and watch the following clips.
So, yeah, Charles Barkley mumbled a lot, broke his lines frequently, and was clearly reading from cue cards, but that doesn't mean his monologue wasn't funny, at least to those who watched basketball in the 1990s. The Michael Jordon wedding slam was nasty and hilarious, and it's been too long since Muggsy Bogues was mentioned on national TV. Also: Barkley, Bogues, and MJ were three of the six NBA players who played in the ToonSquad vs. Monstars game in Space Jam.
One more thing: from here on out, Kelly Clarkson will be referred to only as "Turkey Leg."
Like the “NBA on TNT” itself, this sketch was supposed to be about the NBA, but discussed anything but the NBA. Kenan Thompson’s Barkley impression was spot-on, and Barkley’s tone-deafness worked to his credit when he impersonated Shaq (“I had to wear a baby hat once. When I was a baby.”) Bill Hader, as Ernie Johnson, stole the segment, though, with his seemingly off-the-cuff remark, “We’re all black friends.”
Kazaam > Blue Chips > Steel > Free Willy 2: The Adventure Home
STOP MAKING FUN OF MY NEW YORK METS.
/uses Benny Agbayani jersey as a tissue.
"Because I don't not hate your voice, I think." It's a big hit in the Peter King home.
"For those of you at home, 'awkward' is a white people word that can be applied to every situation" was the line of the evening. It overshadowed everything else in the otherwise underwhelming "White People Problems," including dodging the fact that after Jay Pharoah and Kenan appeared, the show didn't have another black person to cut to. (The Wrap contends "SNL" "re-us[ed]" this segment from a Louis C.K. bit, but that seems a stretch.)
A great idea that should have gone further. I would have loved to have seen Ass Dan and some of the other Insane Clown Posse fans to have made a brief appearance. DJ Supersoaker even sounds like a porn name.
Who’s the more obnoxious, one-note recurring character: political satirist Nicholas Fehn or the wee Lord Wyndemere? I can’t choose; I hate them both so much.
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I think “beat the spread” be an appropriate sports metaphor here.
The porn sketch was the highlight of the night, although you’re right about Ass Dan. Ass Dan makes everything better.
I liked Lord Wyndemere the first time, but I don’t think he needs to be a recurring character.
Who’s the more obnoxious, one-note
KEENAN THOMPSON
.. sorry, I didn’t read the whole question.
My local NBC station really fucked this episode up. It started 20 minutes late, which is one thing. But then, the audio from the Justin Timberlake/Lady Gag episode started playing during Andy Samberg’s cold open (so I have no idea what it was about) and didn’t catch up until halfway through Barkley’s mumblelogue (you have permission to use this word). Of course since it started 20 minutes late, it ended 20 minutes early on my DVR. Quite the clusterbumble. That all being said, I don’t think I missed much.
Drunk uncle was solid. I also liked the end of the “White People Problems” bit where all three black guys are hitting on the same woman at the same time (DAS RAYCESS!), and Keenan’s line “I’m out! Carve ya own rocks!” from the Mayan skit was pretty good. The general consensus for this episode seems to be “about what we expected,” which is fine with me.
“Girl with a Dragon Tattoo? Not in my house!”
I said it @ WL, but I’ll say it again because its very important. 70′s roller porn star Kirsten Wiig got me all hot.
I’d watch 1 minute 30 seconds of that porno!
They lost me from the start with the terrible Santorum opening. How the hell is that the best they can come up with for a guy who is famous for comparing gay relationships to bestiality and the subsequent No. 1 Google search result for Santorum: “1. The frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex. 2. Senator Rick Santorum.”
How about one of his kids needs to do a report on their family’s history so he Googles his name? How about anything than a horribly boring impression of a boring guy?
As a fellow Mets fan I’m just numb to the crap at this point.
As am I. This must be what it feels like to be a fan of the Cleveland (insert any Cleveland sports team here).
Maybe it’s that I’ve only seen the Whyndemere gag twice, but I thought it was kind of funny. If it’s recurring thing (more than twice) then yeh, I’m guessing it’s outlived its comedy.
Y’know, when Matt was here we could watch the (theoretically) non-shitty parts of SNL without having to sit through fish sticks spots. These clips might not have sucked ass, but I’ll never know. Watched the game, made sweet love to the missus, and went to sleep. That’s a live Saturday night, chilluns.