I would laugh at the idea of Adam Sandler affecting a speech impediment for a role -- if it just weren't so sad. Doesn't Sandler have enough trouble delivering his lines in a fashion beyond that of a kindergarten play, without having his mouth scrunched up in some abnormal position?
"Little Nicky" isn't repulsively bad because of Adam Sandler's natural stupidity. It's repulsively bad because there are actually some funny moments in it, but they're spaced about twenty minutes apart and come out of the movie about as gracefully as multisyllabic words from George W. Bush's mouth. The impression I got was that everybody behind this movie knew that Adam Sandler's name alone would drive all his moronic fans into the theater, so they didn't really have to bother writing a decent script.
Worse than the script, however, is the acting. Harvey Keitel is especially awful as Nicky's father, the Prince of Darkness. He delivers his lines like he's just come out of the dentist's office after oral surgery. Perhaps Keitel is only comfortable in a film when his penis is flapping about, and as such is out of his element here. Nicky goes to Earth to get his two brothers, Adrian (Rhys Ifans) and Cassius (Tiny Lister), to return to hell. He falls for the homely Valerie (Patricia Arquette). Unfortunately for Patricia, her acting is as crooked as her teeth. Patricia, you make millions of dollars a year, fix the damn teeth. I watch you act, and I think of flossing.
Much like "Big Daddy," Sandler and director Steven Brill balance "Little Nicky" on this line between the crude and the inane. Here, they seem committed to taking a swan dive into the cesspool of inanity. "Little Nicky" might be the worst Sandler film yet, which, considering the general tone of his films, might actually be considered some kind of endorsement.
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