No one expected it to be good, but I gotta say, I didn't think Jack and Jill would incite a line like "More than 24 hours has passed since I watched the new Adam Sandler movie, Jack and Jill, and I am still dead inside" from so august a source as Mary F. Pois of TIME. Oh, who am I kidding. As soon as I saw posters of Adam Sandler in drag being plastered onto NYC subway-station walls, I knew a critical shitstorm was a'brewin'.
But, this just in: the forty-ninth review of the movie has driven its Rotten Tomatoes rating from 0% to 2%. I'm not sure what's more shocking: that it remained at 0% after so many, or that one person found something redeeming in it. I mean, it's got to be pretty terrible if Gigli has five percent on it.
The Daily Beast's Ramin Setoodeh and Rolling Stone film critic Peter Travers are suggesting that Jack and Jill might be the worst movie ever made. But the question for Adam Sandler is, if you have clearly depleted what little you had left in your humor reserve, what's better: to slip away quietly or become an unabashed parody of yourself? I guess Sandler has chosen the latter. His last hope is that Jack and Jill will join the so-bad-they're-good ranks of movies like The Room, and have midnight showings once a month for people who want to drunkenly relive the secondhand-embarrassment.