Between 1996 and 1998, Adam Sandler released/starred in 3 movies; “Happy Gilmore,” “The Wedding Singer,” and “The Waterboy.” None will show up on a list of Oscar-eligible movies, but these movies will always hold a dear place in my heart as stupidly, insanely funny. Sandler’s mumbly, muted, and consistently funny pop-culture references made for a pretty enjoyable couple hours of random, immature fun.
That was 14 freakin’ years ago. Hard to believe, but 14 years have passed since Bobby Boucher almost made me pee myself laughing. Unfortunately, the inevitable off-shoot of this kind of early comedic success is the paradoxical “SUCKcess” that immediately follows. Following the example set before him by Eddie Murphy, Michael Myers, Ben Stiller, John Cusack, et al, Sandler struck gold, then pumped out as many worthless films as possible to take advantage of his popularity.
Too bad, really, as he seems determined to drive a stake into the heart of his place in comedic film history. “Jack and Jill” may have been the worst movie ever made (until his new release, “That’s My Boy” hits theaters), and he’s planning a SEQUEL to “Grown-Ups.” The final desperate act of an increasingly unfunny person, add as many “names” to the cast as possible, hope that something sticks; David Spade, Rob Schneider, Kevin James, Chris Rock, all of ’em should be ashamed of themselves for mailing in these movies.
At least Eddie Murphy and Mike Myers had the good sense to stop making movies, we can only pray Adam does likewise, SOON.