Famine: June 2008 Archives
At once the single stupidest, most insulting motion picture I have ever watched in my entire life.
For the lion's share of Sandler's movie career, he has been an unassuming buffoon who dispatches his tormentors with bouts of wheezing, nasally cries of rage and outlandish, disproportionate, often shocking acts of physical violence.
In this turn, he is a full realization of the entity to which he has always aspired. He is superhuman; invincible. He has an enormous package and fucks every woman he sees. In every situation into which he enters, he is almost godlike in his ability to overwhelm every one and every thing he touches.
Why is this troublesome to me? The movie is racist, senseless, baseless, humorless, xenophobic, fantastically psychotic and violent, tone-deaf, sickening, hateful, spiteful, scornful, mirthless, witless, and pointless.
The protagonist rejoices in his ability to debase elderly women in a serial, bafflingly intense way. He perpetrates violence on young children, animals, or anyone who gets in his way. Yeah? He plays hacky-sack with a cat, or urinates on it, or smothers it in hummus. Why? What on Earth is this egomaniacal, outrageously unfunny, insanely mindbending display of comic action, bodily fluid slapstick, and conflict-dismissing descent into complete and utter nihilistic, pan-corporate, godforsaken human degradation? Why does Mr. Sandler wander across a beach, fully nude, catching both a hacky-sack and a grilled fish in his ass cheeks within the span of 2 minutes?
I should've walked out. I stayed until the last frame, hating this abomination with every fiber of my being. This is is neither comedy nor entertainment. It is agonizing tragedy. It is Adam Sandler masturbating into a violin on film while we all march toward the Auschwitz of our human souls.
Please, Jesus, strike dead tonight Misters Smigel, Sandler, and Apatow, as well as anyone who aided and abetted them in producing and unleashing this visual, auditory, and experiential atrocity.
Zero stars.
For the lion's share of Sandler's movie career, he has been an unassuming buffoon who dispatches his tormentors with bouts of wheezing, nasally cries of rage and outlandish, disproportionate, often shocking acts of physical violence.
In this turn, he is a full realization of the entity to which he has always aspired. He is superhuman; invincible. He has an enormous package and fucks every woman he sees. In every situation into which he enters, he is almost godlike in his ability to overwhelm every one and every thing he touches.
Why is this troublesome to me? The movie is racist, senseless, baseless, humorless, xenophobic, fantastically psychotic and violent, tone-deaf, sickening, hateful, spiteful, scornful, mirthless, witless, and pointless.
The protagonist rejoices in his ability to debase elderly women in a serial, bafflingly intense way. He perpetrates violence on young children, animals, or anyone who gets in his way. Yeah? He plays hacky-sack with a cat, or urinates on it, or smothers it in hummus. Why? What on Earth is this egomaniacal, outrageously unfunny, insanely mindbending display of comic action, bodily fluid slapstick, and conflict-dismissing descent into complete and utter nihilistic, pan-corporate, godforsaken human degradation? Why does Mr. Sandler wander across a beach, fully nude, catching both a hacky-sack and a grilled fish in his ass cheeks within the span of 2 minutes?
I should've walked out. I stayed until the last frame, hating this abomination with every fiber of my being. This is is neither comedy nor entertainment. It is agonizing tragedy. It is Adam Sandler masturbating into a violin on film while we all march toward the Auschwitz of our human souls.
Please, Jesus, strike dead tonight Misters Smigel, Sandler, and Apatow, as well as anyone who aided and abetted them in producing and unleashing this visual, auditory, and experiential atrocity.
Zero stars.
