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Billy Madison was mildly amusing. Happy Gilmore was mildly amusing. Bulletproof was happily ignored. And then The Wedding Singer turned out to be a pretty darned funny movie. They should have frozen Adam Sandler solid at that point, eliminating any chance that he would make another film. Since the high of The Wedding Singer, Adam has given us The Waterboy, Big Daddy, Little Nicky and now, Mr. Deeds: four truly horrible movies that unfortunately (aside from Little Nicky) continue to make a way too much money. People! When will you learn? If you continue to see his movies, they'll continue to make them! It's cause and effect! I'm a movie critic, and I have to see these films. But you don't have to! You can spare yourself the pain! The horror! The recurring nightmares! Mr. Deeds is poorly written, poorly acted, but most of all, poorly directed and edited. There are lots of conversations between people who aren't sharing the screen. Lots of bizarre, haphazard, pedestrian shots. Put simply, Adam Sandler knows you're gonna see his movies, no matter what he does, so they don't really try anymore. Every joke makes you cringe. Every plot twist is telegraphed a half-hour ahead of time. There isn't one surprise in the entire film. Lazy and lame, folks. Lazy and lame. Adam Sandler is Mr. Deeds (of course). He's country bumpkin with a heart of gold who accidentally inherits forty billion dollars. Bring him to the big city and watch the jokes fly! Or better yet, stay at home and pry your kneecaps off with a crowbar. It's about the same level of pain. Not to ruin the movie, but I'm going to anyway, because it's a horrible movie. There's this whole huge plot point about how Adam owns all this stock. Peter Gallagher, currently running the company, wants to buy Adam's stock for forty billion dollars. So he eventually does. Then Peter turns around at the stock meeting talking about how he owns all of Adam's stock, so he's gonna sell it off and make a ton of money. But didn't he have forty billion dollars with which to buy the stock from Adam in the first place? Isn't that a ton of money? There is one funny scene in this movie. It involves throwing cats out of a window. There is one funny character in this movie, John Turturro, who isn't ever given enough funny things to do, wasting what would have been the film's shining moment. That's it. The rest is made up of fart jokes, Adam beating people up jokes, Winona Ryder being a joke in and of herself, a number of characters having gross physical disfigurements which are turned into jokes, and a solid dose of Adam showing the rich people how they do things up in hickville. About as original an idea as O-Town. The worst thing to admit, however, is that as bad as this is, it isn't surprisingly bad. We all knew it was going to be this bad. And it's made over 100 million dollars anyway. The trailers were unfunny, the premise is stale and tired, Adam Sandler is just going to be Adam Sandler once again, no surprise there. So stop seeing his stupid movies! Sigh. I know, I know. You can't wait for his next film, Anger Management with Jack Nicholson. Me neither. Mr. Deeds gets 1 1/7 Babylon. 1/7 of a Babylon for each cat. There are only seven but I'm counting Turturro as a cat as well. Apparently this week it was between Mr. Deeds and Y Tu Mama Tambien--I'm glad he chose Mr. Deeds, because it invokes that weird SMC physics property: crap movie = good review, and vice versa. Mr. Deeds |
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