I love movie reviews. Especially cruel ones. I guess it’s a character flaw, but, hey, what can I say? I dig ’em.
Adam Sandler’s new film, “Grown Ups,” opens today, and I’ve thought all along the trailers look absolutely dreadful. And yet, I’ve heard an endless stream of people say, “I can’t wait to see that!” Along with Sandler, it stars Chris Rock, David Spade, Kevin James and Rob Schneider—a recipe, in my humble opinion, for 102 minutes of goofy, wacky flamable manure.
I babble. Here’s the opening to Stephen Holden’s merciless—and fantastic—review in today’s Times …
It doesn’t get worse than “Grown Ups,” Adam Sandler’s sloppy entry into this year’s man-child-comedy sweepstakes. Lazy, mean-spirited, incoherent, infantile and, above all, witless, the farce — which focuses on five 40-something guys in full regression — suggests a hangover from “The Hangover.” If squirting breast milk, simultaneous urination by slobs in a pool at a water park, and a repeatedly flatulent grandmother are your idea of fun, I say go for it.
PS: By the way, if you want to see a real movie, check out The Messenger with Woody Harrelson and Ben Foster. We watched it on DVD last night. Stellar.
