Saturday Night Live And Studio 60 Converge
This weekend's SNL premiere pulled in the show's highest ratings since 2002, which means that a great number of people got to see Michael Phelps barely deliver his lines through what sounded like a mouthful of marbles (he didn't spit out a single one!), while wearing an increasingly ridiculous series of wigs. It was a performance that (once again) proved that sports figures, along with models, are a subsection of celebrity that no one should have to listen to, let alone watch host a comedy show. Even when Phelps managed to get through a line flub-free, it was largely unintelligible. It's like he chews his words, swallows half of them, and then allows the rest to dribble down his chin in a sad series of disconnected sounds and meaningless letters. They probably should have just had him lipsynch his lines.
Still, there were a few (well, two) bright spots to the SNL premiere. One was the Fav 5 ad that extrapolated T-Mobile's creepy commercial to its inevitable conclusion. (Even Michael Phelps and his highly unnecessary wig didn't get in the way of the humor of that sketch–not that they didn't try.) The second was the cold open, in which Tina Fey swooped into the exaggerated-prom-updo-and-Alaskan-accent-shaped hole in all of our hearts, and gave America the Sarah Palin impression that it (and Lorne Michaels) demanded. It was funny. Some would even say "quite funny" and by "some" I mean "Sarah Palin's spokesperson," although her reasoning is a bit weird: