Saturday Night Live: “Jim Parsons/Beck” (Episode 39.14)

Due to the Olympics, it’s been a month since we’ve last seen Saturday Night Live and that usually allows for an overflow of great writing, followed by a quick crash in the second episode. Yet considering how long of a break SNL has had, man, “Jim Parsons/Beck” really falls apart quickly. I’m glad to see Jim Parsons getting a chance to try out some comedy that isn’t related to Sheldon Cooper, since I really like Parsons but can’t stand The Big Bang Theory, but the poor guy didn’t stand a chance with some of the material he was given.
It never hurts to start out an episode with Kate McKinnon, especially with her strong Ellen Degeneres impression. McKinnon plays Ellen with an overabundance of joy—just like the real Ellen—but with an undercurrent of “god, what purgatory am I stuck in hosting this daytime talk show?” It’s a perfect balance that McKinnon nails, like when she admits that she hates dancing and regrets doing it on the very first show. It’s also one of the rare times a host shows up in the cold open, even though it’s become more of a thing this season, but it’s not all that funny with Parsons appearing as Johnny Weir. They should’ve saved that for if Tom Hiddleston ever hosts. (The similarity is haunting between those two.)
The opening monologue went to the old reliable of a song, with Parsons proclaiming he is not Sheldon, backed by a group of similarly typecast character actors like Jason Alexander, Jaleel White and Henry Winkler. I don’t think he really proved he is going to break out of that pigeonholing with this episode though.
Parsons then played Peter Pan in the next skit, accompanied by Aidy Bryant playing Tinkerbell’s half-sister Tonkerbell. I really like Bryant, but I fear she’s limiting herself to the same sassy type character. I also would’ve much rather seen a skit about Tonkerbell’s relationship with Gus the mouse from Cinderella.
For the next two segments, SNL got successfully weird, providing the two best bits of the night. First was the only commercial parody of the night for a picture Bible of stories recreated by birds. It’s so over-the-top dumb, I couldn’t help but love it. I mean “The Last Supper” recreated by birds? I’ll pay $800 for that. This was followed by Parsons’ best part of the night, which was surprisingly also his most Sheldon-like character, where he played a man known as The Dance Floor Killer. He basically shows up on popular dance shows on the ’80s and ’90s and stares at people dancing around him that he plans on killing. It’s Parsons’ stillness that makes this one eery, but also a winner.