Having covered all of the previous Happy Madison Netflix
features, I freely admit that I didn’t go into this film expecting anything all
that decent. And sure enough, in record time, that feeling of déjà vu kicks in
with the usual hallmarks of an Adam Sandler production: Prominent in-your-face
product placement with the Amazon gift card (wow, is this not a good time to be
shilling out for them), Sandler’s wife being cast in a role meant to show off
how hot she is (she’s literally billed as ‘Great Looking Flight Attendant’),
and the story as a whole is a thinly-veiled excuse for a European vacation,
just like the last time Sandler and Jennifer Aniston got together with Just Go
With It.
Knowing the usual writers that get tapped for Sandler films
nowadays, the genre trappings being this plain and this obvious would usually
be par for the course. Coming from James Vanderbilt, the writer of Zodiac and Truth, I’ll admit to being slightly disappointed by how this whole thing
turns out. Given Sandler’s involvement in the production fairly later on in its
life cycle, I don’t mind him basically riffing on the plot as it is (most likely
with his own ad-libs, something he does regularly in these films), but the plot
itself is bad mystery writing.
While Vanderbilt manages to deliver some decent writing
moments, like how the stereotype of ‘the butler did it’ plays into the
narrative, the story itself banks on clues that we’re told about, rather
than shown. Even considering how exposition-heavy the ending reveal ends up
being in these stories, which holds true for this one, this is pretty weak and
it makes caring all that much about the mystery itself nigh-on impossible. It
basically breaks one of the golden rules: It doesn’t factor in that all of the
events of the mystery are taking place in front of an audience, so all of the clues
we get are insular and just barely keep the continuity of the plot going, only
without letting any of us join in on the supposed fun.
I will admit one thing, though: This is easily the least
painful Sandler Netflix effort I’ve sat through thus far. It doesn’t carry the
genuine heart of films like Sandy Wexler or even The Week Of, but his actual
character here, a policeman too scared to tell his wife he isn’t an actual
detective yet, is the furthest he’s gotten in years from his usual
uber-successive stock character. Hell, his place as the outsider making fun of
what’s going on around him is the best part of this whole thing, as he actually
manages to land some decent one-liners. I particularly like the utter shambles
of an ending reveal we get here where he eventually just goes ‘Maybe it was
us after all!’; fair cop, that gave me a chuckle.
But outside of him, Aniston playing along to alright effect
and Luke Evans winning major points early on for his quipping about the English
way of doing things, there’s not much here to recommend. It’s not outright
awful, like what I’m come to expect from these films nowadays, it’s just bland
with a few okay elements to it. It’s sad when I look at this and have to give
it sympathy points because it isn’t as bad as crap like The Ridiculous 6
or The Do-Over; that shouldn’t be considered a bar to reach.
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