This and Punch-Drunk Love are the only movies in Adam Sandler's filmography that kinda/sorta work successfully as movies. I say kinda/sorta because they still have Adam Sandler in them, and even when a movie manages to modulate his bullshit to an endurable pitch, he's still just a barely contained Scud missile of idiot hostility looking for somewhere to explode. Punch-Drunk's saving grace is Paul Thomas Anderson's direction, Emily Watson's innocence, and Philip Seymour Hoffman's cuddly malevolence. This movie? You got Drew Barrymore being adorable as hell, Steve Buscemi showing up for five minutes, and then one of the Arquette kids sings Culture Club for the rest of the film. But hey! '80s nostalgia! People love that shit, right? by Bobby Roberts