This past Saturday, Jim Carrey hosted “Saturday Night Live” (with musical guest The Black Keys–Woot!), and it was the highest rated show since Betty White got her NPR talk on during her hosting duties. Honestly, this really isn’t a shocker. The man is rock ‘em, sock ‘em HI-larious, whatever that means.
It should be said that I’m a fan of Natalie Portman (have been since Beautiful Girls), and I used to be a dancer many moons ago; therefore, I should have already seen the newly engaged and newly preggo Portman in her soon-to-be Oscar-nominated performance as an anorexic-diva-wannabe-gone-to-the-other-side-of-sanity-prima-ballerina in Black Swan. ‘Should’ve’ being the operative word.
Truth is, I’m a ginormous wuss who can’t watch anything even remotely scary unless it’s in the comfort of my own home, in broad daylight, with the windows drawn wide, WIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiide open, and a remote control to fast forward all the nasty, scary, no-no scenes. So let’s just say I haven’t seen Portman and director Darren Aronofsky’s most recent work… yet. And even when I do, I’ll probably miss half of it due to the aforementioned covering my eyes whilst simultaneously fast forwarding bit.
Still, I’ve engaged in watching clips and previews in all the excitement of ballet being ‘cool’ and ‘hip,’ but borderline loser scaredy cat that I am, not the movie. Again, yet.
But anyone who’s seen the previews will get a laugh out of Carrey’s spoof. Warning: it does get raunchy, which is unfortunate, truly. I don’t like it either. Please don’t hate me for finding it funny in spite of that.
With some hesitation and without further ado, the sketch which, in itself, is actually indescribable:
I’ll just say they had me at ‘Buffalo wings.’