I’ve never understood the appeal of Adam Sandler. In his last movie I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, Sandler explored the awkwardness of firefighters pretending to be gay, and now he’s gone ethnic with a film about hairstyling along the Israeli/Palestinian divide. In the beachside opening scene of You Don’t Mess with the Zohan, Sandler (Zohan) plays hacky sack, performs some impressive (?) computer-generated stunts, and then arranges to have the sack land in his rear, whereupon a swooning woman in a bikini applauds uproariously. Then, the scene cuts to Zohan grilling fish in the nude. The camera ogles his butt, and then, after skillfully throwing some cooked fish onto a bunch of plates, he then falls to the ground so that another fish lands in his derriere. Then a helicopter whisks him away so he can engage in some counter-terrorist activity as an Israeli commando. Quickly, we learn that a) in his early forties, Sandler developed his physique and his tan so he could look buff for the role, b) his character Zohan condescends to fight Arab terrorists, but, somewhat like the pacifist Ferdinand the bull, he would prefer to style hair in New York City, c) he likes to be the butt of jokes, and d) the film views as if it were absentmindedly written and performed by a bunch of hungover fraternity brothers.
Never one to construct a coherent scene, Sandler establishes that he can, in slacker fashion, take over a terrorist compound singlehandedly, kicking bad guys through walls, jumping through windows, and catching bullets with his nose, but again the computer-generated special effects make the stunts cartoonish and instantly forgettable. Zohan happens upon his nemesis the Phantom (a slumming John Turturro) walking along the ceiling of a church and shouting “No one can catch the Phantom!” After an extended chase scene, Zohan corners the Phantom out in the shallows of some lake. The Phantom shows off his machismo by allowing a piranha to chew on his neck, so Zohan drops the fish inside his codpiece-enhanced swimming trunks just to show that he too can endure pain. By the time a grenade goes off overhead, Zohan fakes his death so he can fly to
I understand that people may find Sandler endearing in his hang-dog schlemiel-way, but he keeps blending in other unlikely facets of his persona (notably, action figure and cocksman) so his fans can both identify with and laugh at him. He may cry in his bedroom because no one understands his dream of becoming a hair-dresser, but the film is clearly rigged to satisfy his every wish-fulfillment, leaving each scene inert and lacking in dramatic tension. Once in
By the end of You Don’t Mess with the Zohan, Sandler reaffirms the American ability to refashion one’s identity in the new land. Through a few more CGI-enhanced action scenes, he imposes racial accord and brotherhood in