Comedian Dane Cook opened “Saturday Night Live’s” 32nd season with yet another of his sub-par monologues. Cook jumped right in with a joke similar to the “Debbie Downer” skit starring former cast member and resident ugly, Rachel Dratch. He commented that there’s “negative people” out there trying to put down his elating moments with phrases like “I have cancer of the lip” or “Oh yeah, Tommy, he’s got herpes.” Why is the supposedly edgy sketch series using Cook as a “Momma bird” and regurgitating jokes down our throats? I guess the Tina Fey-less writers wanted to give Dane a hand with his spinach fresh material. After the “Downer” joke he segued into a routine about the differences in identifying male and female liars. Moderate laugher and uncovered coughs ensued. Then he went into a bit that’s fast becoming this decade’s “What’s the deal with airports/planes/plane food?” YouTube. Dane’s attempted witticism on the popular video site had him dancing and singing the lyrics “A, colon, F6″ in an effort to imitate a kid performing said song. Crickets were quickly audible. I can’t understand why a comedy show (”SNL”) from a last placed network (“PAX” “NBC”) decided to reuse Dane Cook as a host. Tonight’s episode needed to break out of the gates bucking and snorting with pure comedic flare and end with a metaphorical rodeo clown being impaled by the horns of originality. Instead audiences got a recycled stand-up comedian and a case of chronic boredom (the only cure is heroin). At least “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip” shows some level of hope, and hopefully even “30 Rock.” Actually, all three shows should merge into one comedic conglomerate. Well, maybe not. Rachel Dratch could end up as the face of the company.
What did you think of Dane Cook’s opener? Comment below.
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I would love to comment on the lameness of Dane Cook’s opening, but I fell asleep in the midst of it.
Yes, I–someone who is physically UNABLE to fall asleep before four in the morning–passed out in the midst of Cook’s opening monologue.
Freud might call it repression, I call it survival: sleep or suicide.
October 4th, 2006 23:06