Ticket Stubs #50: Spanglish
Article by Sean Wilkinson,
a.k.a. The Ticketmaster
The month of love continues with a throwback review of a romantic comedy I covered in SW@ Ticket #37: Sex Wax, Sideways Stories, and the Star-Spanglish Banner (FROM May 12, 2005):
(You'll never see that sentence again, I promise.)
Yes, and it worked. Narrated by Jamie Lynn Seigler and starring Sandler, Tea Leoni, and Paz Vega, Spanglish takes the whole "lost in translation" premise to a comfortable, Award-worthy comic height. Vega is the new Spanish-only maid in the Sandler house, adept at looking pretty while she yells in Spanish, is puzzled by American slang, and walks into sliding glass doors. Family values clash, the language barrier deteriorates, the families become closer, and Vega eventually has to leave because she is sexually attracted to Sandler, who remembers he's married just in time to not look like a total scumbag. Vega's bilingual daughter hates her, admires her, and gets into an Ivy League college.
Great comedy, the right mix of drama and sex (just enough to make the movie sad, but not boring or depressing), and a good B list cast.
A (Most Wanted)
On a whim, I thought I'd do a modern, contrarian take on the above review that in no way reflects my own opinions on any given topic, so if you see any controversial takes, know that they are purely for satirical purposes:
Adam Sandler sucks in everything, and Happy-Madison is a blight on the filmmaking industry.
He "stars" as yet another idealized but incompetent version of himself (which is to say, Adam Sandler) in Spanglish, an unfunny, racist trainwreck narrated by that whiny little bitch from The Sopranos and starring that whiny bitch from Jurassic Park III and that Mexican sex object from Cat Run. The fact that they cast a Hispanic woman in this movie is an affront to American cinema! Casting her as a maid and making her sexy and ditzy is both racist and sexist, and I won't stand for it!
The jokes and the plot are safe and predictable, the main character is a chauvanistic scumbag, and I'm glad Cloris Leachman is dead. Cancel everyone in this movie and set it on fire.
F
Again, this was merely an exercise in satire, meant to hold a dark mirror to the toxic social soapboxers among the critical community, not a representation of my own views.
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Ticketmaster,
Out!
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