Anger Management (2003) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
You know a film is in trouble when it has to get
inspiration from Analyze That!
Imagine the relationship in Analyze That. A sixty year old man pretends to be crazy, and a loveable younger man suffers because of it. One is a psychiatrist, one is a patient. The patient ends up spending a good chunk of the movie singing I Feel Pretty from West Side Story. But Anger Management is not exactly identical to Analyze That. Oh, no. This time - and brace yourself for the sheer daring of this innovation - the psychiatrist is pretending to be crazy, not the patient. Whoa! Adam Sandler is the patient, but it's obvious that he shouldn't be one. He asks for a set of headphones on a movie flight, and ends up getting tasered by an air marshall. Before you know it, Sandler is sentenced to a year in prison for assault, a sentence which may only be commuted if he completes an anger management course with a famous therapist. |
The first sixty minutes of this film are about as irritating and unfunny as any movie you'll see this year. Not only that, but the premise is so unrealistic, and the situations so completely implausible that you may need to take an anger management course to control your own rage over having invested your time on this story. |
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The second half is better - it resolves the irritation
with an explanation, and manages to rise up to the level of a normal
Adam Sandler movie, which is to say slapstick, clichéd, cloyingly
sentimental, and sorta funny in a way like the class clown in your
Anthro class, who isn't really funny, but is sort of cooler than
Anthro. Kinda. Unless you have a Game Boy.
All of which sums up Adam Sandler's appeal in a quick sentence - he represents something to do if you don't have a Game Boy. This movie did allow Jack Nicholson to do his semi-crazed Jack Nicholson kind of stuff, and that produced some decent moments. It also has about a bazillion celebrity cameos, from Heather Graham and John C Reilly to Roger Clemens, John McEnroe, and Bobby Knight, the latter three playing themselves as Sandler's fellow anger management patients. New York Mayor Guiliani also plays himself and has far too many lines in relation to his ability to deliver them. As usual with Sandler movies, the box office was quite satisfactory, but many critics took a hearty dump on it. |
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