If you’ve been unfortunate enough to have already seen the trailer for Adam Sandler’s latest movie, JACK AND JILL, you might have asked yourself – Is this shit for real? – only to discover the sad, sad fact that it was indeed. If there’s any lesson to be learned from Eddie Murphy’s career (besides having your mouth so glued to Brett Ratner’s butt you have to follow him wherever he goes, like into the Oscars and right back out of them again), it’s not to dress up as the fat, female version of yourself and then star opposite her. But Sandler did it anyway, and it looks so unbelievably bad, so excruciatingly unwatchable, many people are questioning its authenticity, citing the parody trailers in the beginning of TROPIC THUNDER as more believable.
How many ways can men bond? They can bond over the effort of getting their friend laid (40 YEAR-OLD VIRGIN), or they can alternatively support and ridicule their friend as he struggles to do the right thing (KNOCKED UP), or they can fetch them diet cokes, cup their balls, and sit at their bedside while they fall asleep as in FUNNY PEOPLE. It’s been out for awhile now and I wasn’t compelled to see it until it was 90 degrees out yesterday and I sought the respite only an air-conditioned movie theater can provide, but I’m kind of glad I did. It stars Adam Sandler as George Simmons, an Adam Sandler-like comedian: middle-aged, ex-stand up comic earning an ample income making pandering comedies, and Seth Rogen as Ira, a struggling comic hired to be Simmons’ assistant. The pair develop that love/hate bro-relationship Apatow does so well, at one moment patting each other on the back and the next making fun of each other’s penis size.