Sometimes, when we’re watching Saturday Night Live, we play a game–“What drugs would you have to be on for this skit to be funny.” I felt that way watching Tim McGraw dressed like a turkey. By the time we got to the skit with Ludacris, T-Pain, and some Vanilla-Ice wanna be, it was clear that the problem is less than that you need to be on drugs. It’s not that Ludacris and T-Pain were sorry.
It’s that the skit wasn’t, even in concept, funny. If there’s going to be something weird going on, everyone in the skit needs to be in on it (except, if you don’t trust the audience, you could have one person in the skit who doesn’t get it, to cue the audience that it is indeed ludicrous) and you let the absurdity ensue.
But I thought that Tim McGraw did a fine job. Not great, but fine. And I thought his opening was nice.
The overly-nice prank phone call skit was middlingly funny, but it made me realize just how much I kind of miss Hee Haw.