Over the weekend, the worlds of New York comedy and classically trained British theater titties clashed – and it seems that only one fatty deposit would come out victorious.
That would not be the comedy. Saturday Night Live is getting more and more like a cesspool that takes today’s best acting and comedic talent, gives them an hour and a half or two of terrible sketches, and then wheels out the heavy saxophone outros like fantastic things have been accomplished. Even though for the last two hours, not a single person would be able to describe what it is that they just saw. That’s modern comedy, though. This last weekend, Helen Mirren was featured prominently.
For those of you unfamiliar with Helen Mirren, she’s one of the only women in the world who still looks stunning at the ripe age of 63. Which is why half of Saturday Night Live’s sketches involved touching her breasts, suggesting that the cast have intercourse with her, and Andy Samberg in creepy page-boy wigs.
Still, the digital shorts were the best part about the show. Because nobody had to mess with them before showtime, punch them up for censors, or have them be subjected to needless changes.
Enjoy the bright spot in an otherwise dulling franchise. The tits of a Dame.
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