Prev Next Complete Series Coverage Some time around The Social Network, when everybody decided that was the greatest movie that baby Jesus had ever gifted us with, the Justin Timberlake backlash really started to take shape. His acting projects were self-indulgent, his refusal to make another record was a slap in the face, he took too much attention away from Jessica Biel on their wedding day?!?!
All that once seemed goofily eager about him was now a bunch of smug hipster doodling. And with SNL as the historical ground zero for Justin's branching out beyond music in the first place, his last couple hosting gigs seem to have drawn more intense scrutiny.
Which makes his repeated success on the show — five times now — especially impressive and probably especially vexing for Timber-haters everywhere. And it's a good thing, too, because the sketches on display this week were some seriously warmed-over offerings. Of all the things happening But they won me over, with Timberlake playing Elton John, penning yet another personalized version of "Candle in the Wind.
Springfield Retirement Castle Update Obviously, Timberlake's monologue was going to reference his induction into the "5-Timers Club," and the show went there quite literally, taking us inside a clubhouse filled with the likes of Paul Simon, Steve Martin, Chevy Chase, and Dan Aykroyd who's only there to tend bar.
We couldn't exactly expect such established vets to be thrilled to welcome such a disgustingly youthful member into their ranks, but did everybody have to seem so tired? Martin Short, Tom Hanks, and Alec Baldwin showed a bit more energy, but aside from a bit with Taran Killam and Bobby Moynihan death-fighting for the 5-Timers' amusement, they didn't have much to work with. Candice Bergen must've been thrilled to show up for three seconds to deliver a leaving-the-toilet-seat-up joke.
Oh, how far we've come from disgustingly overt heterosexual come-ons to The real highlights in the "It's a Date! Hader is so excellent at these game show sketches — so delighted at how awful everything is going. That kind of effort can often make him look like a striver Ohhhhh, how we line up to hate strivers but it also helps him power through, say, the dance break in "We Found Love.
Props for knocking both concepts out in the same sketch, I suppose. Gynecological Humor of the Week Simple but hilarious commercial parody this week for NuvaBling, the diamond-encrusted birth-control device that sacrifices vaginal comfort for " a mega dose of faboosh! It's no " Annuale ", but what is? Uncomfortably Prescient "Smash" Joke of the Week Maybe Smash is like the Candyman, where you invoke its name and suddenly the quality of everything around you starts plummeting.
After a solid lineup of punchlines from Seth Meyers Honky Tonk Barflight Airlines, well done , we got the latest from Stefon, who began with a "This job writing for Smash is killing me" non sequiter.
It's s solid joke, but the rest of the bit The simple stuff is still the best "a shake for breakfast, a shake for lunch, a sensible dinner, those shoes that nurses wear" but more and more he's resorting to concept Donald Duck voices to up the ante, and it's all just kind of dull. Though Hader's enthusiasm when asking Seth if he's taking his girlfriend to Mexico to kill her is admirable. Some really good jokes strung together like this was the first time anyone had run through the sketch before.
I'm just not sure I'll end up remembering anything as much as I will a mostly-naked Taran Killam, gyrating around with a horse-head and later sadly caressing JT's bronze abs-plate. It's a LOT to process, okay? Additional props for Aidy Bryant's obvious enthusiasm for getting into a slap-fight with the world's biggest penis. And, okay, yes, playing Celebrity IS a preferable alternative to getting your testicles cut off and cooked, and I'm glad the show is taking a stand on that.
Cameo Casting Hang-Up of the Week Once again, I'm quite willing to admit that Maine Justice is just not my thing and allow whomever does enjoy it to do so without any judgment from me.
God bless Jason Sudeikis if all he wanted to do this week was fumble over bayou-inflected punchlines and grope at a frizzy blonde Timber-wig. At least this baffling decision gave me something to obsess over rather than continue to puzzle over Maine Justice. Inexplicable Dick-Bleeping of the Week Of all the things we can say and do and allude to on television, especially after midnight on a Saturday, we still can't say "dick"? I like a good parody of romantic-comedy conventions as much as the next guy, but the twist that Nasim Pedrad's character had a penis was reeeally predictable.
I guess everybody figured Justin Timberlake week would just write itself? Eleventh-Hour Friends Reference of the Week I'm not sure I ever wanted the Saboski porn stars to reprise their impeccable first effort, but halfway through their testimonial for Moey Chambin champagne, they'd justified their presence.
It was either Vanessa Bayer's midsection full of plastic bags or Cecily Strong being banged back up to the surface by mole people that did it. Justin in jorts, which should maybe be the new state flag of Tennessee.