Move over The Artist. The biggest awards show winner was not that critically praised silent movie. It wasn't Hugo, and it wasn't The Descendants. No, winner of 11 honorable awards including Worst Actor, Worst Actress, Worst Director, Worst Ensemble, Worst Remake, Worst Screen Couple, Worst Screen Ensemble, Worst Screenplay, Worst Supporting Actor, Worst Supporting Actress and, most importantly, Worst Picture, is Jack and Jill, a movie that stars Adam Sandler as both title characters.
Poor Nick Swardson and Katie Holmes. Both were nominated for Worst Supporting Actor and Actress respectively, but they were the only two nominations from the movie not to win. They must embarrassed.
Jack and Jill is a bad movie. It's not Little Nicky bad, believe it or not, but it is a bad movie. Adam Sandler, who won for Worst Actress for his portrayal as Jill, an obnoxious New York Jew who drives her much more successful brother crazy, is a truly hideous woman in every sense of the word.
Why he thought people would want to sit through an hour and a half of him pretending to be a horrible, ugly woman is anyone's guess. I'm pretty sure someone dared him to see how much money he could convince his fans to pay to be visually and intelligently raped.
For the record, Jack and Jill made $150 million worldwide.
Going in with extremely low expectations and an odd fondness for Adam Sandler (even after Grown Ups, I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry and Click), I didn't hate Jack and Jill. Let me repeat that, just so you can confirm that I just threw any waning movie critic credibility I had left out the window: I didn't hate Jack and Jill.
I didn't like it, and acknowledge that it's a terrible movie, but I still found a few things to laugh at. Like Jack's adopted son punching Jill in the face (which can be seen in the trailer, if you don't want to waste 90 minutes of your life). Or Al Pacino, who chose the worst movie possible to make fun of himself (Al, look at Robert De Niro's career and run in the other direction). There are a few scattered scenes that made me chuckle.
Still, there's no denying that this is yet another what-in-hell-were-you-thinking "movie" from Adam Sandler. There's no point dwelling on it, though. Sandler's fans will forgive him, and he'll continue to pump out a mixed bag of products. But congratulations, Mr. Sandler. Eleven Razzies. That takes some skill.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.
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