An unemployed father gets hired as night watchman by an almost bankrupt museum and doesn’t notice that he’s gone the way of his predecessors: nuts.
Night at the Museum is like Jumanji minus the ‘wow’, in other words it’s Jumanji Light filled with clichés and missed opportunities as numerous as plastic dwarfs under your shoes.
I really have to thank Mr. Deeds, I mean, Mr. Sandler for this movie. Thanks to him I found a new form of reviewing. I call it the Endureview which is a combination of “endure” and “review”. Basically this means I will review a movie up to the point my brain exploded from stupidity and I turned off. So, let’s get started…
When Adam Sandler starts singing Bowie’s Space Oddity in the helicopter. (~15 min. mark)
Right. At. That. Moment.
Oh boy. This movie is not hard to swallow. It’s impossible to swallow. After 15 minutes I couldn’t continue to watch this shit and ruin my life by wasting my time on it.
One of the most amazing aspects of this finding is, by the way, the fact I once completely watched Mr. Deeds – and didn’t hate it. WTF? Either I was completely wasted at that time or my mind didn’t really mind it. Perhaps I wanted to watch this shit. Oh well…
So what can I possibly write about Mr. Deeds after only 15 minutes. It’s easy because using the sensitive elegance of a sledgehammer the director slams one single – if not the single – cliché into our skullcap: small towns are “yay” while cities are “ugh” filled with morons. The first part of Mr. Deeds starring our much beloved Adam Sandler basically is about nothing else…
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