Saturday Night Live has been around longer than me. The quality waxes and wanes. But I’ve watched, faithfully, since I learned of its existence (I think I was 12). I tune in because sometimes it can be pee your pants funny. Sometimes it’s so painful, it’s unintentionally funny. Mostly, though, I watched because I had no plans on a Saturday night.
A couple of weeks ago, they did a sketch about Mark Wahlberg, touching on his lack of anger management. It was mildly amusing, pretty unremarkable got MUCH funnier with repeated viewings. But Mr. Wahlberg must be a little desperate where publicity is concerned, because he’s milking it for all it’s worth/pretty upset.
Here he is, talking to Kimmel about it last night:
I want to believe he’s in on the joke: That Mark realizes the douchiest thing to do when people make fun of your temper is to lose it, publicly. I really, really want to believe that.
But I think we know now why his brother ditched him,
forcing him to create his own family, in the form of a Funky Bunch.
(P.S. Did anyone else feel uncomfortable with Wahlberg’s repeated references to Andy Samberg’s “big nose”? Because Marky Mark, dude, if I think you’re being even a wee bit anti-Semitic, I’m going to stop going to your awesome movies, buying your super-cool music….hmm, never mind, it’s a moot point.)
UPDATE: OK, so, even if Marky Mark wasn’t in on the joke from the beginning, SNL went above and beyond to find a way for him to save face.
(And I think I’ve found a new pre-mid-life crisis getter-overer in the form of that delicious little Andy Samberg. You’re going straight onto my list, Andy, you and that big beautiful nose of yours.)