I admit it. I was never a fan. Maybe it was the falsetto. Maybe it was the mimicking of Michael Jackson’s moves. Maybe it was his path to stardom – a combo of his role on the “New Mickey Mouse Club,” his fronting of ‘N Sync and his relationship with Britney Spears. I wrote him off as a boy band dweeb.
But then came the hosting gigs on “SNL” and “What Goes Around Comes Around” (a recording I actually bought) and, ultimately, his movie roles, including his genuinely impressive turn in “Social Network,” for which I thought he’d get an Oscar nod for Best Supporting Actor.
Last night he hosted the season finale of “SNL” and his opening monologue convinced me – a little late to the party, granted – that he’s the real deal.
I was spellbound by his musical number. The guy is so versatile he could probably anchor a Broadway show. And he has comic chops too.
So I was wrong, Justin. I’m sorry. You’re talented. Forgive me.