Timothée Chalamet Is a Dream ‘Saturday Night Live’ Host

This week’s Saturday Night Live host, Timothée Chalamet, rode away with the present on his beloved tiny horse—in varied costumes together with a white boy rapper’s balaclava, a failed musician’s soul patch, and Troye Sivan’s little pink underwear. He rapped, he danced, he dapped, he learn us a bedtime story, he broke after getting a spanking from Kenan Thompson’s Cornel West for being a naughty Smokecheddadaasssgetta. Somebody in wardrobe is already stitching this boy a five-timer smoking jacket due to how clean and sport a sketch comedy performer he’s.

Chalamet took the steps right down to the stage in a single exuberant leap, wanting stunning in black and gold, equal elements curl and cheekbone. And now that the SAG strike is over, he was free to debate greater than his new fragrance industrial for Martin Scorsese. “Come with me,” he beckoned to the viewers in old-timey sing music, “and you’ll be in a world of shameless self-promotion.” Wonka Wonka Wonka Fandango Hugh Grant. Marcello Hernandez, the rising hunk of the solid, interrupted Chalamet with an invite to change gears. So from “Pure Imagination,” we seesawed to 2 guys rapping about how we shouldn’t be misled by their child faces. “Childlike demeanor, but I’m full grown,” promised Chalamet. “I got trapped in her boobies, got my ass Home Alone!”

Later, we went behind the scenes of discovering simply the fitting narrator for the audio ebook of Britney Spears’ memoir The Woman in Me. (I’d give absolutely anything for a transcript of the particular opening cellphone name from Michelle Williams’ agent pitching her the concept.) In fast fireplace, SNL hit us with impressions of ingeniously absurd candidates. Hats off to Molly Kearney’s wordless, sheepish Kevin James. Cheers to Chloe Fineman’s Natasha Lyonne, although I’d have been simply as delighted if the digital camera had merely lingered on the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Bravo to Bowen Yang’s Fred Schneider from the B-52s, shaking his maracas, and Fineman’s drowsy, mouth stuffed with gum Julia Fox. But the trophy right here goes to James Austin Johnson’s Werner Herzog, droning from underneath the ocean about NSYNC’s fascination with hip hop tradition. “I am entranced by this Floridian vernacular,” his Herzog sighed with have an effect on.

You may really feel a collective gasp rise from the beds and sofas of hipsters throughout the nation when Chalamet reunited with the Claymation horse he’d cherished and misplaced in his unique internet hosting go to. “There he is, my tiny horse!” serenaded Chalamet. Alas, Tiny Horse had exploded in dimension underneath the affect of an evil emperor bent on destroying humanity—utilizing Chalamet’s cheekbones as lightning rods. Once the clay buddy was reminded of his pure and noble coronary heart, peace and order had been restored, and Tiny Horse was honored along with his personal bumper for the episode.