Adam Sandler - Let this be a warning

Yesterday I went to the movies with a friend. I had nothing to do and decided against another afternoon saving the Earth via my DEDTS - Discrete Earth Defence Training System (known by some as an X Box, OK). I didn't mind what we saw, and there wasn't a great deal to choose from. She suggested Click, the new Adam Sandler movie.

Now don't get me wrong, I like Happy Gilmour - some of it is funny. Putting that aside, however, I am on Struggle Street when it comes to Mr Sandler's back catalogue, and his front and middle catalogues for that matter. The Waterboy - never saw it. Mr Deeds could be a movie about his time working at the Land Titles Office (a little lawyer humour there for the stalwarts). I avoided Anger Management as a an exercise in... yep. And The Longest Yard would no doubt have been better as a story about competitive garden renovation.

Clearly my trip to watch the Swans lose to the Pies the night before, along with several nights on the World Cup bandwagon (not an easy feat - it is a rather full bus that one, and if you get up to go to the gents, you lose your seat) had affected my judgement. I had a niggling bad feeling about the movie - still, I hadn't heard much about it, and I certainly didn't feel like being challenged by the afternoon's entertainment. So, I said yes.

Now I don't intend to steal Mountjoy's thunder and review the movie. But there is a moral to this story folks. When your inner voice tells you something, and that something involves paying hard earned to go and see Adam Sandler in a movie, LISTEN TO IT. I promised I wouldn't review the movie, so I won't give it a number of pans, as is Donnie's want. But I will borrow some of the contents of his pans, because that best describes the experience. Mr Sandler, I would like that 100 minutes of my life back please.

Am I alone here in my lack of love for Mr Sandler?