Adam Sandler. What exactly is the point?

Earlier today, during a brief moment of downtime, I couldn't help but ponder who actually likes/has time for Adam Sandler. Every film he is involved with seems to be a childish representation of how a less than impressive man-child becomes a functioning member of society. I am beginning to wonder whether the socially retarded characters he plays in all of his films are merely an extension of his personality.

Let's just run over his most famous roles:

Billy Madison (1995) - Sandler plays an developmentally arrested heir who must overcome his childhood in order to inherit a fortune

Happy Gilmore (1996) - Sandler plays a failed hockey player with no direction in life who must overcome his destructive and childish ways in order to become a man and save his Grandmother's house

The Wedding Singer (1998) - Sandler plays a socially retarded singer who is unable to adjust to normal life after being a rock star. He must grow up and prove himself worthy to the woman he loves.

The Waterboy (1998) - Sandler plays the butt of 10,000 retard jokes then becomes the hero of an American Football team.

Big Daddy (1999) - Sandler plays a lazy law school graduate who adopts a kid to impress his girlfriend, but is himself not mature enough to cope. Eventually overcomes his childlike ways and becomes a functioning member of society.


All annoying. All the same. I could go on

If nothing else the man has made the same damn film 300 times in the space of 10 years.

HOW IS NOBODY SICK OF THIS YET?

And then we come to Click. A film which with the right director, star and producer could have been an excellent journey into the way an ordinary man would behave if he was given the power to control time. Would he revisit his past and right wrongs? Would he visit the future and see what lay ahead of him? Would he be able to cope with the power he has been given, and how would he resolve the various conflicts it would produce?

Instead we get Click starring Adam Sandler. A film where he uses the power of his time altering device to pause time while he kicks someone in the balls.


The balls.

Not even Walken and Hasselhoff can save this. As Scott Tobias wrote in the Onion AV club review "It's as if Sandler and house director Frank Coraci (The Wedding Singer, The Waterboy) want to graft the grown-up sensibilities behind Spanglish and Punch-Drunk Love to the crude frat-house gags that have long been their stock in trade. The hybrid isn't mature or funny."

And even though I looked down upon it earlier, if someone could actually kick Adam Sandler in his balls, that would be lovely. Thanks.