Adam Sandler, why hast thou forsaken us?

Everybody told me this film sucked. Yeah, it pretty much sucked. It sucked a lot. But if it sucked so much, why did I keep laughing? I do not know.

Adam Sandler was the least funny thing about the film. ‘Little Nicky’ is just not a good character. ‘The Waterboy’ – now that’s a good character. I just couldn’t get into it at all.

The co-stars and cameos – now those were good. Harvey Keitel made a decent devil, although the tights were a little much. The two stoners were a riot, but not nearly as funny as the “gay” roommate. Quentin Tarantino had the creepiest cameo. He reminded me of the preacher from Poltergeist II. But the best cameo by far was reserved for Clint Howard, who I greatly prefer to his brother, Ron. Nipples, was, um creepy.

Mr. Beefy saved the movie. One whole BOB is due to the magic of Mr. Beefy. I swear that Mr. Beefy is the same dog from Van Wilder, sans prosthetic balls, of course.

The Ozzy ending was great. I suspect it was even funnier when the movie first opened in 2000, which was long before the absolute over-exposure that Ozzy is enjoying now. Ozzy’s cameo in Goldmember was just lame and contrived, whereas his cameo here actually added to the film as a whole.

I was actually touched by the epilogue inclduing Chris Farley. His pals must have really thought a lot of him to set him up with Reese Witherspoon!

When is Adam Sandler going to be funny again? I am holding our hope for Punch Drunk Love, which opened today. Critics are singing his praises for the first time in his career, so my expectations are pretty high. If only I wasn’t so lame – sitting home on a Friday night watching Little Nicky – I should have been at the movie theater watching Punch Drunk Love! Wait, that’s right, it didn’t open in Dallas this weekend. I guess I will have to wait until next weekend when it opens nationwide.