JACK AND JILL
HOW will future generations judge us for the massive box- office love we’ve shown Adam Sandler over the years?
Look, we can bang on all we like about how genuinely funny his early stuff was and how surprisingly great the shouty comedian was in the occasional quietly serious role.
But if historians choose to haul out latter- day Sandler burnt offerings, such as Just Go With It and Grown Ups as examples of his work, then we are toast.
Yep, Sandler is farming out the turkeys these days and he’s in particularly bad form in the all- new, same- old Jack And Jill.
How bad? Eddie- Murphy- in- multiple-roles bad. Told you we are toast.
Sandler plays the scarily identical twins Jack and Jill Sadelstein. Jack is a with- it, well- to- do director of TV commercials. Jill is a without- a- clue fatty who will say, do and eat anything, as long as it is embarrassing to all mankind.
Yikes. Now while this movie was never, ever going to be a pretty picture, it still comes as a shock to realise how little effort has been made to cover up its ugly side.
The ongoing conflict between Jack and Jill – he hates her, she loves him – just does not bring the funny.
The interplay between Mr and Miss Sandler invariably comes off as too mean ( and later, when Jack realises what an ace dame Jill really has been all along, too mawkish).
As for Sandler’s handling of his doubled duties, let’s just say that neither is up to snuff. Jack is a 24- carat jerk. Jill is, quite frankly, a mess.
Sandler doesn’t even bother going with a vaguely feminised voice. His bearing as Jill is just a big passive- aggressive shrug, one that says to the audience in no uncertain terms: ‘‘ Yeah, so it’s dumb old me in a dumb old dress. So what? Just shut up and laugh already, suck as.’’
Finding anything to openly chortle at becomes a tougher ask with each passing second in Jack And Jill.
In desperation, Sandler appears to have secured cameo favours from any unwitting celebs who do not have caller ID on their phones. So you get John Mcenroe berating someone for not believing in God; Shaquille O’neal trying to unwrap a supermarket ham with his teeth; and in a coup of some kind or other, there sits Johnny Depp courtside at a Lakers game and wearing a Justin Bieber T- shirt.
Which brings us, lastly, and leastly, to Al Pacino. The decorated actor deserves either a gold medal or a lot of posttraumatic therapy for agreeing to do everything Sandler asks of him here.
Playing himself, Pacino carries a major chunk of the plot all the way to the garbage dump when he falls head- overheels in love with Jill. Jack And Jill Now showing Village Cinemas