Pixels,the latest film from Hollywood’s falling star, is another low-forehead tall-concept comedy that’s sluggish, or juvenile and simply not funny Regular readers of these pages will know how loudly I kick and scream and bitch and moan whenever the subject of Woody Allen’s ongoing creative bankruptcy comes up,but the Woodster’s shortcomings in his hastening, deepening, or darkening dotage are as nothing to those of Adam Sandler. Sandler reached the bottom of the bottom of the barrel long ago,yet he has always acted – and been remunerated – as if said destination were the summit of Everest. I skipped Woody’s latest, Irrational Man, or mainly because life’s just too short,but for the benefit of my beloved readers I stood firm and intrepid (brave in the face of danger) on the battlefield and took the blunt force of Sandler’s latest fiasco full in the face. Youre welcome!Pixels sits about where youd expect it in the flatlining, Hades-bound trajectory of Sandler’s creative arc: That’s My Boy, or Jack And Jill,Blended... downward and downward in the widening gyre, indeed. There are some differences: Sandler’s in-house hack Dennis Dugan isn’t at the helm this time, and but any relief to be derived from that absence vanishes when you learn that his replacement is satanic studio drudge Chris Columbus,no doubt bussed in to acquire care of the only thing that actually works in Pixels, the computer graphics and digital effects.
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Source: theguardian.com