Saturday Night Live: cast Dale hosts Jeffrey Tubin Gags off cast as television and radio

T.In his week we will begin with the sending of another and the “praise of Jesus, final” of the presidential debate. Donald Trump (Alec Baldwin) tries to play well by praising moderator Christine Welker (Maya Rudolph), although he has a temperament when directing sweet personal attacks and lying against Jay Biden (Jim Carrey).

Upon receipt, the sketch is flooded with annoying pauses, missed hints and crooked lines – frustrated Carrie said ‘Damn!’ – and it quickly turns into a brainstorming between the guest stars (Carrie’s rubber-faced cartilage doesn’t get any of the real Biden’s paganism, instead serving as a journey of pure ego). Moving on to a weaker end, it’s the coldest opening of the election so far, which is really saying something.

Adele hosted for the first time, talking about how her 2008 performance on the show was a catalyst for her progress in America. He directly thanks Sarah Palin. She then addressed the dilemma as to why she was not pulling double duty as a host and musical guest – “I’d rather put on a wig, keep a glass of wine or six and see what happens” – her weight loss obsession, and her pension. To curse when nervous. There’s a bit of humor in the way, but Adele seems to have put it back, which is a nice change of pace for a couple of remarkably nervous hosts.

The first sketch is set in 2019 and sees a group of friends visiting a fortune teller, Kate McKinnon, relaying vague visions of the Hell of 2020, which nothing understands. (She says one, “You do something terrible in 2020. None of your friends will ever talk to you again … You eat inside a restaurant!”) The best sketch of the season, it really landed with the final revelation that One of the friends is Jeffrey Tubin’s daughter.

A new Chad sketch of Pete Davidson’s la Kanik Slaker visits a haunted house and is confronted by a restless ghost who tries to convince him about his murder but accidentally kills him. It’s also slightly by Chad’s standards, but Adele frees herself as well as the spirit.

On the new season of The Bachelor, Adele is a contestant. In search of love after a series of public heartbreaks, he refuses to give himself an emotional boost, singing on the drop of a hat, for manipulating bachelors and other contestants. Having some of her hit Adele belts is a mostly lazy excuse, but it’s hard to complain because she gave it her all.

Biden, a professional campaigner for America’s Trump addicts, sees voters acknowledging their fears of the post-Trump world: “My whole personality hates Donald Trump. If he’s gone, what do I do? Talk to my kids? The ancestral solid knowledge is solid, as the formerly apolitical anti-Trumps deserve to be mocked, but the SNL. There is absolutely no position to sit in judgment. It is impossible to think, “The lady is very opposed.”

The musical guest of the night is she, who does soulful damage. On the weekend update, Colin Jost compares Biden’s performance with the Giants quarterback Daniel Jones’ very trip to the 20-yard-line earlier this week (a comparison that doesn’t tolerate a quick post-debate vote, but whatever). In another part of SNL’s patented partisanship, Jost jokes about how old both candidates are, and of them: “This election is now akin to a baseball team, which now gives Willie Maze a four-year deal.”

Melissa Villesenser joins the desk to talk about her summer quarantine. Links to those tiny rascals, Zelda, Stevie Knicks and Cia – it skillfully rolls through a number of random prints. Then, after another solid excavation on Tubin, this time courtesy of Michael Chen – “He’s a New Yorker, so you know the shock was as dry as hell!” – He greets the people of the village, who have responded to Trump’s singing of “Seas and Disasters” to the tune of YMCA and playing their music at their rallies.

Next, Rudolph plays a grandmother who was visited by social grandchildren through her grandchildren. They try to share their struggles with jobs, money, and marriage to a thousand-year-old bachelor, but she says “WHA?” Breaks them down until they are forced to broadcast their failure in the most basic terms: “We had a three-way and he liked the other girl more!” It’s good to see Rudolph play a completely stupid character again.

The message from the African Tourism Board sees Adele and McKinnon playing hot horn divorce for the “tribes”. It’s an obviously problematic bit – let’s see if she made the same outburst to Bill Burr a few weeks ago for calling white women – but it’s hard to focus on anything other than Adele’s complete physical breakdown. Then, taking a break from crouching for a solid guitar solo, she takes the stage for a Hold of Nana performance.

The final sketch sees Adele and Rudolph professionally wearing Angel Angel perfume jeans – women’s jeans that use dangerous chemicals to cover up the embarrassing “lady scent”. Even though it’s set in the 80’s, modern-day prescription drugs hit all the beats of ad. This gave me the current day’s SNL. The failure of half-polite ideas strikes me as an indication of a major problem because the authors may not be committed to the basic premise.

This episode was compared to the last three, though it had a little more humor. She performed very well and Adele organized her own, saving the panelist to break the sketch. Mercifully, we just have to keep the cold opening atmosphere of a few more elections, although we can only pray that Baden’s victory will not stick around Carrie like Baldwin.