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?
Sick of hearing “Drunk in Love” every time you turn on the radio? Not convinced Beyonce’s secret album drop was essentially the second coming? Prefer, gulp, Rihanna? KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF. As one man learned the hard way, anything but 100 percent allegiance to the Queen B will get you picked up and dealt with … by the Beygency. Watch this hilariously accurate reflection of our Beyonce-obsessed culture in the “Saturday Night Live” sketch above!
Yay! “Saturday Night Live”‘s International Nasty Girls (aka the show’s female cast members and the group behind the song, “(Do It On My) Twin Bed”) are back with a new unbashashadly slutty girl power anthem called “Dongs All Over The World.” It’s about travel sex, which I know a thing or two about. Catch them dongs like Pokemon, ladies!
This weekend’s Louis C.K.-hosted “Saturday Night Live” capped off with a winner of a sketch that we hope to see a lot more of: “Dyke & Fats,” the cop show about a pair of Chicago police officers named Lez Dykawitz (Kate McKinnon) and Chubbina Fatzarelli (Aidy Bryant). But fair warning, criminals! Don’t go calling them by their nicknames, Dyke and Fats — only THEY get to say it. Watch above!
Justin Timberlake, you got some competition. Last night, Drake did double duty as both the host and musical guest on “Saturday Night Live” and totally slayed every skit. The episode also marked the debut of new Black female cast member Sasheer Zamata, who got lots of screen time (though not a ton of actual lines, but that’s to be expected with a new cast member). My personal favorite sketch was this BET “Before They Were Stars” spoof, featured various hip-hop acts who got their start on ’90s TV shows. Drake as Lil Wayne as Steve Urkel on “Family Matters”? Pure fucking genius. And I loved Sasheer’s sendup of Rihanna as the “Blossom” of Barbados. That pussy pat is on point. Watch above! (P.S. Nevermind the fact that Sway is not a host on BET.)
Putting to rest (for now) a controversy over why the iconic comedy show has not had a Black woman on the cast for five years, Sasheer Zamata has joined”Saturday Night Live” as a featured player. According to Deadline Hollywood, Sasheer graduated from the University of Virginia three years ago and trained with the Upright Citizens Brigade in New York City. You might even recognize her from her appearances on “Inside Amy Schumer” and in a number of viral YouTube comedy videos, including “How To Politely React To Your Friend’s Terrible Engagement.” “SNL” executive producer Lorne Michaels had promised to add a Black comedienne to the cast after the show was criticized during the fall following remarks by Black male cast members, Keenan Thompson and Jay Pharoah. Keenan had suggested there weren’t enough Black women who were “ready,” while Jay said the show needed to get with the program and be more diverse. Sasheer will appear on January 18th, with Drake as a musical guest and host. Looking forward to it! [Deadline Hollywood, Sasheer.com]
I’m psyched that “Saturday Night Live”‘s “Waking Up With Kimye” is seemingly going to be a regular sketch on the series (last night’s episode featured the sketch for a second time). This time, “Kimye” are celebrating the holidays with a new version of their “Bound 2″ video, featuring that hardworking, four-legged, red-nosed wonder. Uh huh, Rudolph!
This music video from last night’s Christmas episode of “Saturday Night Live,” featuring all of the female cast members singing about bring their boyfriends home for Christmas and getting it on in their childhood bedrooms, definitely cracked me up. But it also brought out my holiday blues. Because I don’t have a boyfriend to bring home for the holidays. And I don’t actually have a home to go back to either, because my parents divorced, the house I grew up in was sold, and my mom lives in a tiny apartment in Brooklyn. That means no childhood bedroom with a twin bed to fuck in with any future boyfriends either. So yeah, I’m laughing, but I’m also feeling pouty about not being able to participate in this holiday ritual. Sigh. It’ll pass.