The awkward, rough, trajectory of the Vince Vaughn-hosted Saturday Night Live can best be described by comparing the monologue to the final sketch. We start out with a charismatic, off-the-cuff, fun-loving Vaughn trying to wine and dine the audience like he’s on a first date. He’s improv-ing (if we’re to believe, like SNL’s tumblr says, that none of these people knew Vaughn was going to pick them), having some fun, and getting people on his side. Then, after a long show, we get to the end of the night. We’re weary. We’re wondering why we stayed up so late. And then there’s Vaughn playing a desperate dude at last call, just trying to grab onto something. He started out asking for the audiences’ love and ended settling for a weird planking session with a stranger on a bar.
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