It just so happens that Adam Sandler once made good movies. More
than once, even. There’s Billy Madison and Happy Gilmore. And on
the odd occasion he acts in a drama, there are good performances in the so-so Punch-Drunk
Love, the flawed Reign Over Me and the highly flawed but watchable Funny
But whatever. There isn’t room in this review to lament Sandler’s
career choices, and his choices are so spectacularly lazy they don’t deserve
That brings us to Blended, which is not the worst movie in
the Sandler catalogue. The worst movie in the Sandler catalogue that I’ve seen—That’s
My Boy—is so loathsome that if there were any justice, the people who made
it would be kicked in the groin repeatedly for no fewer than seven days,
annually, to herald the vernal equinox.
No, Blended is not as bad as That’s My Boy. In fact,
nothing could be so bad. (Note: I have seen neither Jack and Jill nor I
Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry.)
Blended, you see, has the one thing in a Sandler comedy that can elevate
it: Drew Barrymore. It’s not that Barrymore hasn’t made execrable movies (He’s
Just Not That Into You; Fever Pitch; Lucky You), it’s just
that when she’s with Sandler, she elevates his game. Slightly. Her limited
charm raises his populist smarm and the results are mediocre.
They did it with The Wedding Singer (meh, but harmless). They
did it with 50 First Dates (OK despite its best efforts to be meh). They
try it with Blended.
If only Blended did not open in a bathroom. Lauren
(Barrymore) is on the phone with her babysitter, asking her to fake an
emergency call in 10 minutes because her blind date with Jim (Sandler) is
terrible. Oh, and the bathroom is in a Hooters. Because why the fuck not?
Lauren is divorced (cheating-assbag-husband cliché). Jim is widowed
(sympathy-card cliché). She has two rotten sons. He has three nice daughters.
Lauren’s best friend and business partner Jen (Wendi McLendon-Covey; just give
her a starring vehicle already) is dating a guy with five kids who wants to
take her to South Africa, and before long there’s some contrived nonsense that
gets Jim, Lauren, their five kids and a whole lotta borderline racist jokes to
Sun City. (As current as most of the gags are in Blended, I’m surprised
Little Steven Van Zandt doesn’t pop up to chastise the entire cast; Google it.)
Anyway, Barrymore and Sandler have as much chemistry as a two old
friends climbing aboard the money train, and there are maybe two laughs in 117
minutes (!). There’s also that maddening undercurrent of sweetness that exists
in Sandler’s films to temper the bullying, race-baiting and sexism. Even jerks
have hearts, right? And Sandler’s daughters are written to be nice enough while
Barrymore’s sons are written as turds. You know, ‘cause boys will be boys or
some dumb bullshit.
Will Sandler and Barrymore end up together? More importantly, why is
Blended spared a barf? Again: It’s a million times better than That’s
by Frank Coraci
Sandler, Barrymore and Terry Crews
Santa Fe Reporter