Adam Sandler is cinema's nicest loudmouthed jerk.
Jun 25, 1999 | "Most critics are cynical assholes," a character opines late in "Big Daddy," at just about the moment in the movie when a critic's jaded boredom with vomit jokes and treacly life lessons might indeed be kicking in. Call it a preemptive strike on the part of star and co-writer Adam Sandler. Because he may be an asshole, but one thing you can never accuse Sandler of is cynicism.
Sandler -- who, since his "Saturday Night Live" days, has displayed a particular talent for portraying some of the most gratingly annoying characters ever beamed through a cathode ray or projected onto a screen -- is, in many ways, your typical $20 million-a-picture comedic jerk. No matter what the vehicle, his role rarely varies -- he's the schmuck with vast stores of hostility just waiting to be farcically tapped. In this regard, he's not much different from the oafs Jim Carrey used to play before going off to become a serious actor, or the bodily function-obsessed menfolk of the Farrelly brothers' early oeuvre. Yet despite his cinematic flair for beating Bob Barker senseless with a golf club or terrorizing the guests at a nuptial feast with a snarling version of "Love Stinks," Sandler always remains, at the heart of things, an old softy -- a man who loves grandmas, little children and pretty ladies who don't care how big a flake he is.
Sonny Kofax, the hero of "Big Daddy," is Sandler's standard alter ego -- a 30-ish underachiever who threw away his law degree to become a
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It turns out that taking in a foundling is not in fact the best way to impress a woman, especially when one's dubious parenting skills could provide enough fodder for a week's worth of "Sally Jessy" episodes. Before long, Sonny is officially emancipated from Vanessa and bonds with his small charge in ways Dr. Spock never imagined -- he teaches young Julian the art of public urination, hauls him around to seedy bars, uses him as bait to pick up chicks in Central Park and feeds him multiple packets of ketchup for lunch. Surprisingly, none of Sonny's atypical child-rearing practices attract the notice of Social Services, until it's discovered that he isn't Julian's biological father -- at which point Sonny finds himself in danger of losing the one person he truly loves.
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