With one week to go before she bid her teenage years adieu—and may we let this impressive young woman continue to evolve as she sees fit, even if that can’t be forever contained in some green-haired “Bad Guy” box—Eilish was on hand to both host and bop.
She has genuine warmth; her little bursts of laughter seem to come from some still spontaneous place within, like her faucets for curiosity and joy are still working.
Nervous about going to a restaurant? Unsure about the safety of air travel? Worried something goofy runs through the Cuomo boys’ blood? Nobody has any direct answers for you, other than to get the damn booster already.
The Christmas cards on the fridge bit didn’t ever catch flame; the Tik Tok parody was depressingly on point; the freeform hip hop nativity rehearsal was a mess, though yes please to Heidi Gardner in a sparkly TJ Maxx jacket and black bike shorts dancing on a candy cane stripper pole.
Dismukes was put to better work during Weekend Update, with his face painted up like a birthday party tiger, being told by an octopus and a dog who refused to face the audience that he had seven days to live.
The best sketch of the night was a riff on those holiday ads that celebrate some magnanimous person reaching out to her less fortunate fellow man.
Eilish and McKinnon had a nice rapport in the last sketch of the night as well, in which they played soul-deadened shills for Business Garden Inn & Suites & Hotel Room Inn.
“They don’t know how to use me on this show,” he sighed to Eilish during a sketch about his lonely holiday plans.
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