Maya Rudolph made a cameo on last night’s “Saturday Night Live,” resurrecting her FLAWLESS Beyonce impression as she joined husband Jay Z and sister Solange to comment on their recent elevator fight scandal. The Standard Hotel is not going to be happy that the truth is finally out about what caused Solange to start flinging her limbs at Hov — who wants to stay at a fancy hotel with a spider problem?
Comedians Maya Rudolph and Danny McBride posed for a series of awkward family photos for GQ. The safari family and the goths are my two favorites, but as you can imagine, they’re all pretty ridiculous. The most awkward part of it all, according to McBride, was the casting announcement for their fake children.
“One of my friends sent me some [casting-call] link that said, ‘Looking for Maya Rudolph and Danny McBride look-alikes as children,’ and they were like, ‘What the fuck is this?’ It said something about fuzz on their faces being a plus.” [GQ]
Look, I am not one of those people who is nostalgic for the good ol’ days of “Saturday Night Live,” when the Coneheads and Pat were making everyone laugh. No, I like “SNL” now. But that doesn’t mean it always cracks me up. Usually I watch the show on Sunday mornings, with my coffee and New York Post, and I smile and maybe a giggle or two pops out. But when Maya Rudolph hosted the show this weekend — featuring special guests Amy Poehler and Justin Timberlake — I cracked the hell up.
Above, Blue Ivy Carter meets Prince, Taylor Swift, Brangelina, and Bon Iver, portrayed perfectly by Timberlake. And after the jump, more sketches I loved. Keep reading »
That Whitney Houston impersonation is getting filed under “Too Soon” for, like, a year. But you know who is still alive who Maya Rudolph can impersonate when she hosts “Saturday Night Live” tomorrow night? Oh, just a little actor and musician named Meatloaf. [NBC.com]
I found last night’s Screen Actors Guild Awards to be terribly dull, aside from learning the rules behind Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, and Melissa McCarthy’s fun drinking game. So, here’s how it works: every time someone says Martin Scorcese’s name (so, you know, often), take a drink! Scorcese! Scorcese! I’m drunk!