It’s Friday. The Olympics are over, summer is on the way out, and you’re dreading winter and its impending dark mornings, dark evenings and long, long working days sandwiched between them. What better way to make yourself feel better than by getting drunk and looking at someone who definitely, definitely has it worse than you.
Ladies and gentlemen; the Adam Sandler drinking game.
Things could get awkward if they discover the ruins of Waterworld.
Tom Hanks, Natalie Portman, Michel Hazanavicius and World War 2. Do you think this might get a few Oscar noms?
Savages is curious, in that it’s not the sort of film you might associate with the often solemn, politicised pictures of Oliver Stone. In contrast, this is a lively, breezy crime-thriller, buoyed by a sunny tone, some very dark humour, and – a few bland leads aside – some very memorable characters.
Presumably, after years of working with Bay, they’re pursuing more intellectual projects.
A film in which most of the cast get to have sex with each other. Must have been a hard sell.
Thanks Warner, but we don’t want to see gigantic robots fighting colossal monsters in 3D. Wait, what are we saying?
There are comedy films. Then there are Adam Sandler films. Then there is That’s My Boy. A film that makes Jack & Jill look like a work of understated, subtle genius, That’s My Boy is an offensively stupid assault on all things decent – even the notion of comedy itself. Arguably one of the worst comedies ever made.
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