I actually made myself watch at least half of each of Lana Del Rey’s performances when I finally DVRed it up with Saturday Night Live this morning. Really, I did. And that is last I have to say about it, other than noting that this Thought Catalog self-defense is pretty special, and calling your attention to the awkward spin she did halfway through “Video Games.”
Aside from the lacklustre musicality, Daniel Radcliffe’s SNL outing was pretty solid. There was only one Harry Potter sketch (“No one wants to see Dumbledore working at Harry Pottery Barn”), a lot of reddish wig wearing, and a lot of back-and-forth in the accent department. The Potter movies benefited from a healthy dose of humor, throughout the entire series, culminating in surprising moments of levity in the face of death in Deathly Hallows, Part 2; thus, I had been waiting to see how one of the lead three would fare hosting SNL, betting on Radcliffe given that he just finished How to Succeed…, has been living in New York, and has a new film coming out (sidebar: how few people noticed that Emma Watson is in My Week with Marilyn?).
The opening monologue wasn’t entirely inspired or hysterical, but it wasn’t awkward either—and quite often, really, that’s a win on SNL. Radcliffe jibed at adult fans of Potterdom, explain that although “I know [the books] were long, but that’s because the letters were big—you know for children.” He also reflected that of all the actors who have played him in past sketches (Rachel Dratch, Bill Hader, Will Forte, Hugh Jackman), that “I think we can all agree Jackman came the closest.”
Someone has a high opinion of himself.
So after a hilarious No-Really-I’m-Not-A-Robot-I’m-Just-Like-You Mitt Romney cold open by Jason Sudeikis, and monologue, the night carried on with the return of Target Lady and an epic-mullet-wearing Radcliffe as the stock boy who loves her. In this sketch, we were all afforded a moment to confront and accept just how incredibly porcelain Daniel Radcliffe is, when he ripped his shirt open to display the muscles he is beefing up for Target Lady. In case you missed it in Deathly Hallows, Part 2 and/or Equus… he is a pale man with very dark hair.
Also, there was the first of the Sarah McLachlan jokes for the evening when Wiig’s character is told to keep the change—which is not allowed to do—she cries, “I know! I’m gonna give this to Sarah McLachlan and her wet dogs!”
Meanwhile, critics of Participation Trophies and the self-indulgence of blogs everywhere are sure to have enjoyed the “You Can Do Anything” show, celebrating the most affirmed generation in history:
- “Because I have no shame or self-awareness.”
- “I’m what you would call ‘Twitter famous’.” “Meaning?” “Not famous.”
- “I went to a school with no grades! I tried, and therefore no one should criticize me.”
Shortly afterwards, a promo for the Jersey-Boys-alike musical, Delaware Fellas (representing the state that was named after another state’s governor), ended with a ringing endorsement from Joe Biden (seriously though, where has he been lately? #irl) who gives the show “three and a half trains: Woot! Woot! Woot! Wo—!”
And then there was the return to Hogwarts, where young wizards will spend the best years of their lives, “Honestly, the best. It does not get better,” as a washed-up Harry Potter informs them.
In regards to recent life events in the post-Voldemort world: “And just yesterday—this is equally exciting—I bought a Volvo.” That’s a big deal. And very safe.
Radcliffe also stopped by the Weekend Update desk (my favorite place, clearly), as Casey Anthony’s newly adopted Yorkshire terrier, asking: “I mean, where was Sarah McLachlan on that one?” when Anthony applied to adopt a canine companion. HE also spoke out against the perceived monopoly cats have on certain types of humor: “Dogs can be sarcastic too. It’s not just for cats.”
My dog is always sarcastic. Especially when I throw something for her to fetch and she makes me go get it instead.
Seth Meyers also informed us that “A pub in England ahs started selling a special beer designed for dogs. I’m sorry, let me read that again: A pub in England has started selling Miller Lite.” Meanwhile, I have started drinking PBR as a method of staving off hangovers, since it is the equivalent of downing a nice cold tallboy of water.
I also really enjoyed the New Hampshire Primary Exit Poll sketch, and for some reason died when one of Wiig’s questions to Radcliffe went like this:
“Can you sleep on planes?”
“Yes!” with great enthusiasm.
“I can’t!” And I hate you a little.
For the record, I can doze on planes.
So while I am glad that I made the choice to see some live sketch comedy on Saturday at Chicago Sketch Fest (which incidentally involved a parody of the way Saturday Night Live wraps up the show every week), and today I am pretty pleased that I have a DVR and that it is forever programmed to record SNL—just in case.