Starring: Adam Sandler, Terry Crews, Jorge Garcia, Taylor Lautner, Rob Schneider, Luke Wilson, Harvey Keitel
Directed by: Frank Coraci
Written by: Tim Herlihy, Adam Sandler
Running Time: 1 hr. 59 min
That’ll teach me. I was too lazy to drag my posterior to the movie theater this weekend to see In the Heart of the Sea, so decided instead to stay home and watch Adam Sandler’s latest turd on Netflix. A shockingly bad comedy western, devoid of humor, and loaded with culturally insensitive gags that were neither funny or very clever. Not that I have a problem with a good politically incorrect joke. When done correctly (Blazing Saddles), even the object of the slur will find it funny. But as delivered here, with Sandler’s lazy performance and script, the only thing ridiculous about this movie was the fact someone actually wrote a check to pay for its production.
While most of the cast seem game, Sandler arrives half asleep. Blandly delivering his lines, and barely capable of cracking a smile. This wasn’t fun, it was daft and not in a good way. In fact, the only moment that caught me off-guard and actually generated a laugh came from Ramon’s (Rob Schneider) donkey, and its explosive diarrhea problem. As for the rest, it’s just boring. A movie title that suggests a spoof of Tarantino’s Hateful 8, but ends up being two hours of your life you’ll never get back. A collection of tired gags about Native American names, and moments of historical significance. Arranged in no particular order to push a predictable plot.
Expect a slow lazy pace, and jokes that telegraph their arrival. This movie is unrated, but I suspect it would be a borderline R for language and violence.
This film will be serviced just fine on any sized screen you care to stream it on.
It’s surprising to find a ‘best moment’ in this movie. When I consider Adam’s dull performance, and Taylor Lautner’s over the top buffoonish turn as the simple moron, Lit’ Pete. But as I mentioned before, I did laugh out loud when Ramon’s ‘Burro’ suddenly has an explosive bowel movement. Vanilla Ice’s turn as the ‘gangsta’ version of Mark Twain was also a brief highlight.