Review Date: March 28, 1999
Director: Frank Coraci
Writer: Adam Sandler, Tim Herlihy
Producers: Jack Giarraputo, Robert Simonds
An ignorant football waterboy from the Bayou suddenly discovers a unique talent for crunch-tackling the opposition, and against the orders of his overly-protective mother, joins the worst team in the league.
Uninspired, one-joke film gathers very little in momentum, is forgiven for its obviously standard plot, but not for its lack of constant humor or originality. This Cajun movie can't even hold a candle next to Sandler's best comedy up to date, HAPPY GILMORE (8/10). That movie was filled with jokes left and right, enjoyable characters all around, and many fresh ideas. Sandler is okay in this one, and does receive a wonderful supporting performance from Kathy Bates, in a role that seems to have been inspired by Elvis and his momma, but overall, this flick offers very few chuckles, many repeat gags, and Henry Winkler. I love "stupid comedies" as much as the next guy, but this Bourbon-bred story just doesn't have enough mustard to complete the sandwich. Mind you, if you're really in the mood for some fun, not-to-be-taken-seriously humor, check out the aforementioned HAPPY GILMORE, Woody Allen's classic BANANAS (8/10) or the Farrelly brothers' overlooked KINGPIN (8/10). Unfortunately for Sandler and crew, there is very little in comedic "whoop-ass" in this dud.
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