Rating: 2 stars out of 5
The Stars: Adam Sandler, Jennifer Aniston, Brooklyn Decker, Nick Swardson, Bailee Madison, Griffin Gluck, Dave Matthews.
The Story: Danny Maccabee (Sandler) begins as a geeky medical student who’s about to get hitched, until he overhears his fiance’s hidden agenda and cruel snipes about his snuffleupagus-like nose. Devastated, he escapes to a bar (with wedding band still intact) where he gets unexpectedly picked up by a hot chick after reciting some sob story about putting up with an abusive wife – a tale which he continues to spin for the next 2 decades in order to get laid. Now a famous plastic surgeon, Danny meets nubile 6th grade math teacher Palmer (Brooklyn Decker) at a Hugh Hefner-esque party and thinks it’s true love. All is dandy until she discovers his “fake” wedding ring and accuses him of being a philandering womaniser. In a bid to convince her otherwise, Danny invents a soon-to-be ex-wife whom Katherine (Aniston), his divorced (oh the irony) office assistant, gets conned into playing. But the lies start spinning out of control when they take a pretend family trip to Hawaii, with Katherine’s two kids and Danny’s cousin (Swardson) in tow.
The Buzz: Just Go With It is based on the 1969 film, Cactus Flower directed by Gene Saks which starred Ingrid Bergman and Goldie Hawn (who in turn earned an Oscar for the role). The story was adapted from a Broadway stage piece written by Abe Burrows and inspired by the French play Fleur de Cactus.
inSing.com thinks: Sandler’s brand of film-making (if we can even call it that now) seems to be receding faster than his own hair line, and Just Go With It is his latest contribution to what I suspect will be a long line of train wrecks to come. The crude jibes and plastic surgery jokes are remotely chuckle-worthy until you realise that’s the sum of the movie’s attractions. Aniston and Sandler, who have apparently known each other for a long time in real life but never worked together, have easy chemistry which is quite a pleasure to behold. Given Aniston’s recent spat of derisory role choices, it’s encouraging to see her turn on some of that Rachel élan à laFriends, because admittedly when in her element, she has pretty laudable comic timing. Decker is serviceably bland, but then again it’s hard to screw up a character that basically requires strutting around wearing minimal clothes with a camera panning across one’s assets. Perhaps the only gem amongst the grime is young Bailee Madison, whose enchanting faux British accent and winning intelligence will charm you in ways the rest of this movie will not. There’s also a surprise cameo by an A-list actress that will either leave you paralysed with horror over her sorry stabs at humour, or amazed by the fact that she can still emote with a face full of botox.
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