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One small compensation is that, based on Just Go With It, Sandler seems to be getting as tired of this routine as we are. Rarely has a comedy seemed so joyless or workmanlike than this film, whose ethos seems to be summed up by its passive-aggressive title. More or less every plot point in the film is dumb and ridiculous, but the film just expects you to go with it unquestioningly. Let’s give this theory a try; it won’t make the experience any more enjoyable, but it might make it less painful?

So, Adam Sandler starts the film off as an ugly guy with a massive fake nose who discovers that his fiancée is only going to marry him for his money and will divorce him soon afterwards. I can get behind that. After all, anyone who walks around wearing a massive fake nose all the time probably deserves to lose most of his money in alimony payments. Then he goes to a bar and uses the engagement ring to spin a sob story that allows him to bed Minka Kelly.

(“Now hang on a minute,” I exclaim, “that’s creepy as all Hell, and anyway…”
“Shh, just go with it,” the film whispers seductively.
“Oh, all right then.”)

So he keeps doing this for years until he meets a woman half his age (Brooklyn Decker) whose robust breasts he decides he wants to settle down with, except she thinks he’s married and doesn’t want to break up his family!

(“Well, why doesn’t he just tell her the truth, explain the situation and…”
“Shh, just go with it,” the film purrs.
“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”
“No one ever is,” the film sighs mournfully, “No one ever is.”)

That conversation could be had for every single point in the film, which unfolds at a lackluster pace that suggests everyone involved was having the WORST time making the film and longed to be anywhere else. My personal theory is that every scene was shot in one or two takes so that Sandler and the cast and crew could call it a day and spend as much time as possible hanging out in Hawaii. I mean, I don’t blame them for doing it that way because it’s Hawaii and, smoke monsters aside, Hawaii is pretty awesome, but they could have done what everyone else does at their day job and pretended like they gave half a shit.

There’s suspension of disbelief, then there’s whatever Just Go With It is

For the last six months, people the world over have been struggling to live day-to-day with the knowledge that Jack & Jill, a film in which Adam Sandler plays both himself (I don’t think the character is called "Adam Sandler," but I also don’t think it matters at this point. Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt and say there is a name for his character, even if it is something like Stan Andler) and his own obnoxious twin sister. It hangs above us all like the asteroid in Armageddon, threatening to rain bloody destruction on all of us unless Bruce Willis can stop it. (No, the metaphor doesn’t break down at that point; even as we speak, Bruce Willis and his team are currently working on a plan to blow up the Jack & Jill premiere using, I dunno, drills or something.) The key problem with it is that it’s such a ridiculous idea it gives credence to the theory that I just came up with that Sandler has been replaced by George Simmons, his hack comedian character in Judd Apatow’s Funny People, and that we are only a few years away from MerMan and My Best Friend is a Robot being films that actually exist. Throw in Al Pacino (as himself!) becoming infatuated with Sandler’s sister and you have one of the most distressingly ridiculous things ever created.

Yet in Just Go With It, Sandler expects the audience to believe something truly impossible; that Jennifer Aniston could ever be dowdy and unattractive. I’m no fan of Aniston’s work as an actress, but it’s hard to deny that she is one of the most glamorous women in the world. Yet for the first third of Just Go With It, we are expected to believe that she is Sandler’s plain, unattractive assistant who he only realises is incredibly hot once he pays for a new wardrobe and a makeover so that they can convince Brooklyn Decker’s breasts that Aniston is Sandler’s bitchy ex-wife. The idea that just putting glasses on a beautiful woman and making her put her hair up will make her anything less than stunning is such a played-out cliché at this point that Just Go With It’s laziness in implementing it comes very close to being the best joke in the movie, rather than a sign of astonishing ineptitude. The big reveal, in which Aniston walks into a restaurant looking like a million dollars, has no impact whatsoever since instead of causing the audience to think, “Wow, beneath that plain, dowdy exterior lies a really stunning beauty,” they think, “Wow, I guess beneath that incredibly pretty exterior is another very pretty exterior”.

Faced with the idea of Jennifer Aniston being anything less than gorgeous, the thought of Al Pacino wanting to fuck Adam Sandler in drag doesn’t seem quite so ridiculous anymore.

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