So, this episode of Saturday Night Live wasn't very good at all, a fact that revealed itself about three seconds into Charles Barkley's unintelligible monologue. I mean no disrespect to Barkley: the guy is extremely -- I'd almost say objectively -- endearing and it seemed like he was trying his best to apply his limited acting chops on each sketch handed to him. Given that this season of SNL has been uneven, an episode hosted by a person who can't carry a scene was just asking for trouble -- after all, there's only so many skits in which you can juxtapose Barkley with pint-sized Paul Brittain. Though, I've got to say, I think I've turned into a Cecil lover. Get that man some sweets!
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