It's not easy to reconcile my preferences for the alternative comedy scene that this site represents and my admiration for an eternally mainstream show like SNL. I want a lineup of weird, dark premises and sketches that establish clear games… and then intentionally subvert them. I want sketches to end with Mr. Show-like transitions, with a character leaving the room and walking onto a new set, where a new sketch begins, and throwaway jokes from earlier sketches to reappear later, like Kroll Show is doing. I want an episode where Nick Offerman hosts, Garfunkel and Oates is the musical guest, Danny Pudi sits silently in the background of every sketch, and Lorne Michaels interrupts the cold open by ironically reciting Wes Mendel's rant from Studio 60 and flicking off the camera.
But the SNL isn't that show. SNL is a show for us and the rest of the TV-watching American public. A show that didn't book Zach Galifianakis until he was in The Hangover. A show that repeats sketches, beat-for-beat, three times in half a season. A show that, when its musical guest was caught lip-synching during a live broadcast, did nothing other than a subtle reference in the following week's cold open. SNL once changed culture, but now, 150 years later, it merely adapts to it. Part of that process is, unfortunately, letting Justin Bieber host and musical guest an episode. But despite selling out, it still manages to surprise us, make us laugh, and give us a weird Fred Armisen sketch.
So while I could hold a grudge against SNL for pandering to a demographic its writers despise by unleashing its teen idol host to randomly sing and dance in sketches for no apparent reason, or for doing The Californians for the sixth time in less than a year (sixth!), I will for the time being put aside my animosity for Bieber and that stupid fever of his that led to us having to watch him fumble through sketches and receive giddy squeals nonetheless. Instead, let's talk about an episode that had some fun with some old characters and took a few jabs at the revered pop sensation in the process.
Monologue. Justin Bieber didn't waste any time before diving into this it-must-be-February bit that merged his love for Valentine's Day and black history by serenading girls and in the audience and then telling them inaccurate factoids like "Denzel Washington invented the peanut." Although Bieber seemed a bit nervous whenever he wasn't singing (a recurring problem throughout the night) and the concept wasn't too inventive, the writers made the best use of the singer's charm and hinted at a point they would drive home in later sketches: Bieber's ignorance to black culture, despite his hip persona.
Bieber Body Doubles. I always appreciate sketches that roast the host — it shows that the host isn't afraid to laugh at himself and that the writers are generating fresh material for that week, instead of reheating old sketches from months before (which dominated the rest of the episode, it seemed). Here, the entire cast was dressed up as Bieber body doubles for security protection, mimicking his singing, dance moves, and his love of the word "swaggy." The jab about Bieber pretending to be black was perhaps the highlight, but I also loved Sudeikis's reaction upon learning that Saddam Hussein — a former body double client — had died: "Oh Saddam. … You just flew too close to the sun, didn't you?" Kate McKinnon's quick Ellen cameo is exactly the kind of character crossover I'd love to see more of. Watch the sketch here.
Bravo Spinoffs. Though I would say Bravo reality show spinoffs have already been effectively covered by Kroll Show, I still enjoyed the ridiculous heights the writers took the concept here, with Bobby Moynihan playing a gay bear limo driver and The Real Houseplants of Beverly Hills.
Weekend Update. Seth Meyers had some great jokes about Honey Boo Boo and the illiterate town of [Pig Symbol], Alabama, and Fred Armisen and Vanessa Bayer's return as the Two Best Friends Growing Up (IV), this time of recently uncovered tyrannical English monarch Richard III, was a welcome third-beat-style return for the gossiping duo. Kenan Thompson shined once again at the update desk as Corey, The One Black Guy In Every Commercial, a hip but non-threatening token black actor who spends his days drumming Pringles cans and placing Dr. Pepper on turntables. Those who still haven't warmed up to Kenan after this — as well as last episode's hilarious Ray Lewis segment — have no excuse. The guy's been killing it on SNL lately, and long gone are the days of Deep House Dish.
Miley Cyrus Show V. I thought we saw the last of Vanessa Bayer's Miley Cyrus, considering it hasn't been on the show in over a year. Bayer's impression is highly effective in small doses, which is why I'm thankful the writers didn't let this run too long. Bieber's Cyrus superfan fell flat, considering it was just a combination of his skater teen voice from The Californians and his Bieber bashing schtick from body doubles. That said, I did enjoy the weed-smoking apology — from both Bieber and Cyrus.
Valentine's Day Message. As if sending Bieber out to hold girls' hands and show off his abs wasn't enough, here was another appeal to the Beliebers' sexual fantasies… except, with a bunch of random un-sexy stuff. The game here was pretty unclear, but I still enjoyed Bobby Moynihan's Taco character, a bird smacking into the window, and Bieber texting Hillary Clinton a picture of his junk.
Principal Frye IV. Although I'm probably not as big a fan of Principal Frye as Jay Pharoah is, I still enjoy these sketches, if not for Pharoah's microphone gags than for the jokes the writers come up with: "If you get shot with arrow on this holiday, that is not Cupid. There is a hobo with a crossbow in the parking lot." The studio audience was more generous with their laughter at Bieber's nerdy abstinent student than I think he deserved; for me it was Nasim Pedrad's sex-craving girlfriend who stole the scene.
Super Bowl Blackout Cold Open. I had trouble getting behind this overlong parody of CBS's empty-pocketed coverage during the Super Bowl blackout, despite the plugs for Two Broke Girls, Bill Hader's creepy dancing German guy ad, and the cut-to battle between Kenan and Taran. This felt typical of SNL current event parodies: an obligatory, one-note concept buoyed by strong one-liners.
The Californians VI. At this point, it's as if Armisen and Hader's strategy for topping this exhausted premise is pronouncing as few consonants as possible. Sure, there's something fun to that, but good lord, it's time to take a break from the Californians.
50s Romance. This loose parody of "Summer Nights" got stuck far too much in establishing the source material before revealing that the boy Cecily Strong's character was obsessed with was too young and immature for her — "Let's just say he was hanging out with some of the kids I babysit." "Are you saying that?" It's a funny take on the creepy pseudo-pedophilic side to Bieber Fever, but I still prefer Tina Fey's fantasizing teacher from April 2010.
Glice. While this sketch has grown on me since I first saw it, and I admired Taran Killam's performance, I still can't tell you what it was about, or what Killam's character's deal was, other than an obsession with the accidentally uttered word, "glice."
Overall it was a so-so episode. Justin Bieber wasn't any better a host than Adam Levine (who I still think was part of a good episode nonetheless, despite the entire world disagreeing with me). The writers didn't hold back with their material and Bieber seemed game for all of it, but his comedic delivery was amateurish at best and he only looked comfortable when the ladies in the audience were screaming. What an odd turn-on. Still, it was as good an episode as we could have expected from the teen idol, whose turn on SNL was far less about his actual performing ability than his irresistible cult of personality. That may be what millions of Americans wanted, but it wasn't for me.
What did you think? Did Justin Bieber prove himself as a viable comedic talent, or should he stick to his first love of pre-teen seduction? Between Bieber and Adam Levine, will we finally get a reprieve from music stars as hosts? Did Kenan Thompson finally win you over this episode? And is there any end in sight for The Californians, or should we expect a dozen or so more sketches with blond, tanned lovers grunting incomprehensibly about driving routes and avocados?
I'll see you next week, when Christoph Waltz will host with musical guest Alabama Shakes.
Erik Voss is a writer and performer living in Los Angeles. He hosts the Evil Blond Kid podcast and performs improv on the Harold team The Cartel at the iO West Theater.