dir. Dennis Dugan
writ. Adam Sandler, Robert Smigel, Judd Apatow
feat. Adam Sandler, John Turturro, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Rob Schneider
Who would have guessed it? A goofball comedy that sends up terrorists, hairdressers, and can't stop making sex jokes (usually involving fat or old women) is actually damn funny. Maybe it's the writing blend of Sandler, Smigel and (the seemingly unstoppable) Apatow, but somehow endless jokes about screwing old women in the backroom of a salon kept me laughing, while I shook my head stunned that I actually found it all funny. Even Schneider who hasn't made me laugh since some ancient, and only occasional, SNL schtick cracked me up as the wannabe terrorist.
Sure, there are some faults. Nick Swardson never brings a laugh though he tries damn hard as the fat lady's son who takes Zohan in to live with them. And there is a classically contrived villain, love story and climax, with supposed enemies joining forces. However, even this finale offers a fair share of laughs if not fully satisfying and loosely points at big corporations as bigger terrorists than actual terrorists. What more can one ask for from an Adam Sandler flick?
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