38.02 Joseph Gordon-Levitt/Mumford & Son
Lines that made me laugh out loud:
It isn’t insanity; it’s Little Armenia. – Private Eye/Caricaturist played by Bill Hader
Romney’s campaign is getting crazier than the last season of Lost. – Seth Meyers.
And this ain’t no gold medal! – Kenan Thompson
Champagne, Bentleys and quail hunting -- Kenan Thompson
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Cold Open - Live with Kelly and Michael Strahan (Nasim Pedrad and Jay Pharaoh)
Michael comments how this is the easiest job in the world. Bill Hader plays a brooding Robert Pattinson. Strahan’s constant comparing of this job to his old job getting smashed by 350 lb men is rather funny and shines the omnipresent light on how stupid much of live television is. On a side note, Live! with Regis and Kathy Lee (the worst Catholic and Jew pairing since Goebels and Edith Stein) was my favorite TV show when I was in grade three. And due to this my teacher and a number of other campy affectations, Ms. McKenna, my grade three teacher, loved me...everyone loves a gay ten year old.
Monologue - JGL came out and read a mediocre monologue written by someone else. Then he commented on his favorite movie of the summer, Magic Mike. He then stripped and danced with a bunch of less sexy SNL-actors. A less than awesome monologue was followed by a great commercial about undecided voters who asked “the important questions” like “What are the names of the two people running? And be specific?” “How long is a presidents term of office? One year? Two years? Three years? Or life?” “Can women vote? Because if not, as a woman, I’ve got a big problem with that. And by the way, if men can’t vote, in my opinion, that’s just as wrong.” “If you burp, fart and sneeze at the same time, will you die?” Great stuff, we are idiots.
A couple of Gordon-Levit driven acts in quick succession - the son of the most interesting man (JGL) in the world. Keep banging my friends. And tchin-tchin, he salutes a beer: “To boobies.” 40s Private Dick (Bill Hader) who is spying on JGL’s wife, who he suspects is cheating, produces not photographs of her in compromising positions, but hand-drawn caricatures of the people. “It’s not insanity, it’s little Armenia.” Tommy Bergamon, hypnotist, played by JGL, hypnotizes Curtis (Taran Killam) who insists he is not hypnotized, and then acts out the request of Bergamom.
Mumford and Shit.
The bulk of Saturday Night Live is now the Fake News, this week’s version clocked in at just over 17 minutes, without commercial interruption. This episode’s fake news Great snark on Mr & Mrs Romney: Romney’s an out-of-touch scumbag and is going to lose. ESPN commentator Stephen A Smith, played by Jay Pharaoh, whose talents are either very limited or are being very limited, came out to talk about Tebow’s awful playing in the Steelers/Jets game from September 16 with his over the top articulation and frequent references to his very close relationships with virtually every professional athlete currently playing.
Skit with Mumford and Suns being a Beatles cover band. Guys gather for a stag party at a Briton pub. Off color stories and comments are masked by a chorus singing, “Hey! You’ve got to hide your love away.” The skit ends with a mass singing of the song while cast marches/dances off set. Feigned boho self-expression: you are special, guys, just like everyone else.
Finer Things: down-low men talking about high fashion garb. Hosts Sway and Fort Knox display how Hip-hop culture is being absorbed by metrosexuality . . . thanks Frank Ocean. They prance around with pink Louis Vuitton purses, a gift from equally camp/thug gentleman played by JGL.
Guess who’s back? Mumford and shit sing more schlock. I like bands with gimmicks and shticks, but these guys do not want the audience to think they have a shtick. These gentlemen possess is either no self-awareness at all or a thinly veiled money grubbing attitude that only Gene Simmons can pull off with a modicum of grace. Mumford’s got no grace, nor family jewels.
Awful skit with Fred Armisen. This must be his last season, two episodes in and he has been in like three skits. A “daughter” (JGL) is being set up on a date with Dad’s co-worker. Its like the Ferrel-Gasteyer era Clups, a bizzaro duet of shitty music. A very New York skit: Burt and Blair Powers Realty, a Staten Island couple/business whose advertisements are constantly marred with phalluses and sexually explicit commentary. Guess who the artist is? Their son, Carmine, played by JGL. This is you, arts world; you want to be considered bonafide, but your own art mocks the artist. C’mon, JGL & SNL, you are better than this.
Lines that made me laugh out loud:
It isn’t insanity; it’s Little Armenia. – Private Eye/Caricaturist played by Bill Hader
Romney’s campaign is getting crazier than the last season of Lost. – Seth Meyers.
And this ain’t no gold medal! – Kenan Thompson
Champagne, Bentleys and quail hunting -- Kenan Thompson
---
Cold Open - Live with Kelly and Michael Strahan (Nasim Pedrad and Jay Pharaoh)
Michael comments how this is the easiest job in the world. Bill Hader plays a brooding Robert Pattinson. Strahan’s constant comparing of this job to his old job getting smashed by 350 lb men is rather funny and shines the omnipresent light on how stupid much of live television is. On a side note, Live! with Regis and Kathy Lee (the worst Catholic and Jew pairing since Goebels and Edith Stein) was my favorite TV show when I was in grade three. And due to this my teacher and a number of other campy affectations, Ms. McKenna, my grade three teacher, loved me...everyone loves a gay ten year old.
Monologue - JGL came out and read a mediocre monologue written by someone else. Then he commented on his favorite movie of the summer, Magic Mike. He then stripped and danced with a bunch of less sexy SNL-actors. A less than awesome monologue was followed by a great commercial about undecided voters who asked “the important questions” like “What are the names of the two people running? And be specific?” “How long is a presidents term of office? One year? Two years? Three years? Or life?” “Can women vote? Because if not, as a woman, I’ve got a big problem with that. And by the way, if men can’t vote, in my opinion, that’s just as wrong.” “If you burp, fart and sneeze at the same time, will you die?” Great stuff, we are idiots.
A couple of Gordon-Levit driven acts in quick succession - the son of the most interesting man (JGL) in the world. Keep banging my friends. And tchin-tchin, he salutes a beer: “To boobies.” 40s Private Dick (Bill Hader) who is spying on JGL’s wife, who he suspects is cheating, produces not photographs of her in compromising positions, but hand-drawn caricatures of the people. “It’s not insanity, it’s little Armenia.” Tommy Bergamon, hypnotist, played by JGL, hypnotizes Curtis (Taran Killam) who insists he is not hypnotized, and then acts out the request of Bergamom.
Mumford and Shit.
The bulk of Saturday Night Live is now the Fake News, this week’s version clocked in at just over 17 minutes, without commercial interruption. This episode’s fake news Great snark on Mr & Mrs Romney: Romney’s an out-of-touch scumbag and is going to lose. ESPN commentator Stephen A Smith, played by Jay Pharaoh, whose talents are either very limited or are being very limited, came out to talk about Tebow’s awful playing in the Steelers/Jets game from September 16 with his over the top articulation and frequent references to his very close relationships with virtually every professional athlete currently playing.
Skit with Mumford and Suns being a Beatles cover band. Guys gather for a stag party at a Briton pub. Off color stories and comments are masked by a chorus singing, “Hey! You’ve got to hide your love away.” The skit ends with a mass singing of the song while cast marches/dances off set. Feigned boho self-expression: you are special, guys, just like everyone else.
Finer Things: down-low men talking about high fashion garb. Hosts Sway and Fort Knox display how Hip-hop culture is being absorbed by metrosexuality . . . thanks Frank Ocean. They prance around with pink Louis Vuitton purses, a gift from equally camp/thug gentleman played by JGL.
Guess who’s back? Mumford and shit sing more schlock. I like bands with gimmicks and shticks, but these guys do not want the audience to think they have a shtick. These gentlemen possess is either no self-awareness at all or a thinly veiled money grubbing attitude that only Gene Simmons can pull off with a modicum of grace. Mumford’s got no grace, nor family jewels.
Awful skit with Fred Armisen. This must be his last season, two episodes in and he has been in like three skits. A “daughter” (JGL) is being set up on a date with Dad’s co-worker. Its like the Ferrel-Gasteyer era Clups, a bizzaro duet of shitty music. A very New York skit: Burt and Blair Powers Realty, a Staten Island couple/business whose advertisements are constantly marred with phalluses and sexually explicit commentary. Guess who the artist is? Their son, Carmine, played by JGL. This is you, arts world; you want to be considered bonafide, but your own art mocks the artist. C’mon, JGL & SNL, you are better than this.
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