This is clearly not my week to be pleased with the movie-making universe:
Seriously, first off, this movie is based on the dumbest, ugliest pick-up ploy of all time. How many women in the world get turned on by married schlubs (in a universe where they don't recognize said married schlub as Adam Sandler)? How can a woman who is as theoretically great as Brooklyn Decker's character is supposed to be (and I assume the movie makes a nod at her being something in addition to hot, just for courtesy's sake, since studios do tend to do that) be this stupid? Who are we supposed to sympathize with?
Adam Sandler's been in sillier movies, for sure, but as goofy as 50 First Dates was, the concept was charming, born out of some genuine sense of affection and commitment without manipulation. This is up there with the ugly ones, though. This looks uglier and dumber than The Ugly Truth. Maybe Sandler just wants to test how far he can get with his brand. Maybe we'll find him doing avant garde theater at some point. I only wish I could write this off as the result of a conscious experiment.