Ellen Page and Andy Samberg: The Impassioned Follow-Up
By Angela Watercutter
March 02, 2008 11:00:00 AM
So, it doesn’t feature rapping. There’s no genitalia topped off with a bow and no one is doing Michael Cera (sorry, Sonia).
It was more like “I’m F**king Whoever I Want. Deal With It.”
When I started going through clips of last night’s Saturday Night Live deciding which to post as a follow-up to my fanboy drool-fest post about the pairing of Ellen Page and Andy Samberg, I thought sure the opening monologue was the one.
Like many SNL openers before, it gave a knowing wink to the current zeitgeist surrounding its host - in this case the blogged-out jargon screenwriter Diablo Cody wrote for Page’s Juno that hipsters from Williamsburg to Silver Lake take relish in hating. The bit was priceless. Hearing Samberg-as-Cody (in a dress!) valley-girl up his voice to roll out zingers like “My bologna has a first name - it’s O-S-C-A-R” had me laughing out loud. And it was rad to see Page sarcastically put to rest any lingering misgivings that she actually speaks like the character that's made her famous.
But that wasn’t the highlight. That award is reserved for this (above right), which alludes to the other zeitgeist currently surrounding Page: the tongue-wagging about her sexuality. It's hard to say whether this was written before or after Michael Musto's blog post over at the Village Voice brought Ellen Page Sexuality Watch to its boiling point. But that doesn't matter because, as this sketch shows, it doesn't matter. Moreover, it seems Page couldn't really give less of a crap what people think. (Respect.) Homegirl isn't one to suffer fools, and she ain't about to start. (Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Musto.)
Not that this skit is really all about a "message." Page compassionately terminates a slew of stereotypically lesbian sacred cows (personal fave: the reference to a Suze Orman gay mortgage booth) here in her attempt to explain to her boyfriend (Samberg) that she didn't "go gay" at a Melissa Etheridge concert. But when she laments that she can't "just hug a woman with my legs in friendship" without being labeled a lesbian, she nails it. The joke and the point.
It's not laugh-till-you-cry funny, true. Will it go viral? Dunno. But when Samberg, who heretofore has played the role of guy who is concerned his girlfriend is pulling a reverse Chasing Amy, turns to Page and says he'd go to surprisingly great lengths to be around her even if "it turns out you're a real lez" it is magic.