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The Louis C.K. Hosted 'Saturday Night Live' Was Indescribably Odd, Insanely Hilarious, and Really F**king Weird

By Dustin Rowles | TV | March 30, 2014 |

By Dustin Rowles | TV | March 30, 2014 |

Cold Open — A kind mockery of the President for his appearance on Between Two Ferns, suggesting that a hesitant Obama basically demean himself for Instagram and Vine. It doesn’t work, but Kate McKinnon’s impersonation of Justin Bieber really does highlight the similarities between Bieber and Ellen Degeneres. Basically, Kate McKinnon is the center point. (Score: 3/10)

Louis C.K. Monologue — It’s a little awkward as he works himself into a stand-up routine, but it’s a good act, even if it segues awkwardly all over the place. It’s like, “Louis, you have five minutes. Cram in as many jokes as possible.” Given the circumstances, he does an admirable job, although part of me kind of wishes the entire show was just Louis C.K. stand-up material. The wife-beater bit is GOLD. You are forgiven. (Grade: 8/10)

Black Jeopardy — Oh Jesus, just watch. Jesus Christ, just watch. It’s brilliant. (Score: 10 out of 10 Uncomfortable White People)

Body of a Baby — OK, I genuinely love this Beck Bennett recurring sketch. He fucking nails an infant’s body movements. The sketch itself gets a 6, but Bennett gets a 10. (Grade: 8/10)

Jos. A Bank Suits Ad — Oh goodness f*ck. Premise: 10/10. Execution: 7/10.

Weekend Update — First of all, I’m pretty sure that Cecily Strong is the perfect woman. Second of all, Colin Jost’s jokes are terrible, but he seems so nice and genuine that I laugh because I feel bad if I don’t. I really, genuinely like him, despite the fact that he’s not very good at this yet. There’s hope for him yet: This is also how I used to think about Jimmy Fallon. This may have been the worst Weekend Update of the season, nevertheless. (Score: 3/10)

Mr. Big Stuff — Four women take their boyfriend issues out on a passerby by assaulting him with the lyrics of Mr. Big Stuff. This is the part of the show where things began to get weird. This is like the entry point sketch. A gateway drug into a bizarre land. (5/10)

Darth Vader In Your Butt — A man requests that his physical includes a check for a Darth Vader action figure up his butt. I have no idea. I mean, I really honestly have no idea. This sketch is completely nonsensical and yet somehow works. (7/10, I think. I’ve been drinking. I no longer have any idea.)

Pajama Party — Detectives Jillian and Brock take a break from their case to have a pajama party. This sketch is really f*cking weird, and there’s absolutely no way to describe it except to say that a conversation is had about the number of holes to cut into a pair of pajamas before having sex. (Score: 7 Pajama Holes, if you’re nasty).

Dyke & Fats — Everything about this is absolutely amazing. Now hush, I’m going to rewind and watch it again. (100 billion penis-shaped cereal stars!)

Chris For President — I honestly thought I was watching a late-night local commercial through about half of this, before I realized it was a sketch. It’s the Kyle Mooney sketch, but I feel like the entire back half of tonight’s episode may be a weird Kyle Mooney fever dream. (6/10)

Romantic Speeech — I usually don’t drink during SNL, but it suddenly feels like the back half was specifically designed for drunk people. Again, this sketch makes no goddamn sense, but it works. Because I’ve been drinking. I think it’s a dare sketch. Like, Taran Killam said, “OK, Louis. I dare you to read whatever I write on the teleprompter.” And Killam just made it up on the spot, and Louis was forced to read whatever came up on the screen without cracking. (Score: 6,000 Loboland butt stars)