Saturday Night Live: Ashton Kutcher/Them Crooked Vultures

SNL has tried, and mostly failed, to find the funny in the Obama administration. The writers have attempted to critique it but they've fallen short of the standard of topical political humor they delivered during the '08 election. Last night they finally hit on something with Rahm Emanuel's even-tempered apology. There wasn't that much to it—Andy Samberg returned as Emanuel, apologizing (even-temperedly) to one camera for using the word "retard" to describe certain liberals, then switching to another camera to deliver his true message to them and to Sarah Palin. To the liberals, he said "I'm trying to get shit done here: so FUCK YOU" and to Sarah Palin, for calling him out on Facebook, "What are you, 14? Grow the fuck up!" and issued a threat that he could post things so offensive on her wall that her computer would cry. "In conclusion: boo fucking hoo, get the fuck over it." Yes, swearing can be funny, but moreover the writers captured the frustration that Obama and his team must be dealing with on a daily basis, and it helped that Emanuel's ire was directed at both parties.
Too bad the show muffed its other attempt at handling politics, the topic of repealing Don't Ask, Don't Tell. In the cold open, a FOX News bit, it started going somewhere when Karl Rove (played by Bobby Moynihan) detailed which gays were cool: the Wills but not the Jacks, the Neal Patrick Harrises but not the Elton Johns, and the Ellens but not the Martinas. Lesbians in general were OK. But the sketch failed to stick a landing, laughs-or theme-wise.
And what a waste to blow DADT a second time on "The View." There is no plausible reason, short of Barbara Walters dying, to rehash this sketch ever again. Every single impression on it is one-note. I also didn't really get what Ashton Kutcher was trying to do there with his Mel Gibson impersonation.
Oh yeah, Ashton Kutcher! He was there last night, hosting for the fourth time, which is hard to believe. The premise of his monologue, that now he's too old to be going around proclaiming things to be "awesome!!", was kind of weak. Then again, without that bit we wouldn't have seen a bulldog on a surfboard wearing sunglasses, which I actually think might have been my second-favorite thing about the show. The monologue drifted into Conan O'Brien non-sequitur territory, with Superman drinking a daiquiri with a Storm Trooper bartender, Mark Twain riding through on a tiny motorbike and a kid punching Twain in the crotch. OK, kind of awesom