Connor Storrie Knew What ‘SNL’ Viewers Wanted to See
Connor Storrie is well aware that his fans lust for him. The Heated Rivalry actor and first-time Saturday Night Live host—who only recently catapulted to fame, after the steamy, hockey-centric gay romance he stars in became a surprise TV hit—opened his monologue by acknowledging as much. “It’s a show that’s taught a lot of people about hockey, and it’s taught a lot of straight women that their sexuality is ‘gay guy,’” he said of the HBO series. The studio audience, seemingly stuffed with Heated Rivalry viewers, chortled back in approval. From the jump, Storrie knowingly winked at those who had likely tuned in because of his role on the show: as an athlete with a rippling physique, who often appears naked on-screen. That self-awareness gave way to the episode’s best sketch, which saw Storrie harnessing the viewers’ bawdy gazes to fuel a bit of subversive slapstick.
The joke was predicated on Storrie, a gifted physical comedian, transforming his own body into the gag. It opened with a group of friends celebrating at a bachelorette party in Las Vegas. They received a knock on their hotel-room door, expecting to find the male exotic dancer they’d hired for the evening. But the stripper (played by Storrie) was not all there: He squirmed across the floor in pain, his body beat and his face bloody. He had been hit by a car en route to the fete, he told them. The laughs came from how committed the mangled stripper, embodying a sexy-plumber fantasy, was to the gig. “Did somebody call a plumber?” he gasped, laboriously hoisting himself from the ground and attempting to dance on what appeared to be fractured legs, wobbly balancing himself on a plunger.
Perhaps why Storrie understood this character so well was because he developed it himself. Before his acting career took off, he studied the art of clowning. That comedic form relies upon a performer’s willingness to be physically vulnerable; it draws solely on the imagination, with a clown’s body being his primary prop. Storrie combined these instincts with his own public image, making a meal of the outsize attention that is now placed on his appearance; even when he asked a bachelorette to tie his tool belt around his thigh like a tourniquet, his efforts to look sexy continued apace. Ultimately, the comedy acted as cheeky commentary on the at times twisted nature of objectification: As one of the women put it, “I’m worried about him, but I definitely don’t want him to stop.”