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50 First Dates50 First Dates

Starring: Adam Sandler, Drew Barrymore, Rob Schneider and Sean Astin
Directed by: Peter Segal



Bluntly Speaking? 50 First Dates is a background-noise style rental at best. Go see one of the Oscar nominated films you've been meaning to catch with the dough you'd spend on this crapfest. It's too sweet for Sandler fans and too Sandler for non-Sandler fans….go figure.

Okay it's no secret I'm not a big Sandler fan, and I admit to walking into the theater with an attitude of a child being forced to watch an etiquette film from the 1950s. He says komedy and I say comedy if ya know what I'm saying...But, I pride myself of disconnecting myself - for the good of my readers - and watching a film as fresh and without mindset. Oddly, I liked that devil movie thingy he did. So I'm fair.

That having been said, and even though watching Rob Schneider be beaten with a baseball bat in one particularly off scene did seem a bit cathartic, the film still has an odious poodle-poo stench to it.

Story goes… Henry Roth (Adam Sandler) is a player. He lives in Hawaii and feeds off vacationing women for his sexual needs. He's smooth (not). But as with Sandler's sophomoric sense of humor soirees, we are to grasp the idea this schlub Henry actually hoodwinkles businesswomen into bed with stories like his being a secret agent, or a high cliff diver and the like. Now George Clooney? Hellya, we'd allow that slab of Grade A Mansteak to believe we believed, just to get a peak beneath the tighty whities - but this guy? Pah-lease.

Then one day Henry has a boating mishap which lands him in a local café. Here he spots Lucy (Drew Barrymore). He makes a play and she's instantly smitten. But there's a catch. Lucy suffers from short-term memory loss thanks to a blunt trauma to her head.

So player boy finally meets a girl he can, and does, fall for, and she hasn't the faintest idea who he is after she sleeps. The rest erases her memory and the day begins again - without him.

Henry stages elaborate scenes to meet Lucy each day and works his way into her life.

Sweet? Yeah. Interesting premise? Yeah. But between the cute story and the new and improved more sensitive version of Adam Sandler is all the same ba-dump-dump jokes; canned and, frankly, just not funny. Drew Barrymore is radiant, as always. And brings a bit of her charisma to the screen, but still there's all that Sandler mixed in, and it gets too diluted. Sean Astin shows up, sans the furry Hobbit feet, to stretch his comic muscle. If he was given less predictable dialog - he'd have succeeded. Rob Schneider is the funniest thing about the film. 'Nough said?

Sandler has made a fortune as the schtick-riddled comic with a perverse and childish sense of humor. Even here as he is singing a love song to "Lucy" he slips in tits and ass with penis jokes - like a thirteen year-old that got a movie budget. Yech.

Snack recommendation: Feelski Filets of Mock-Walrus

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