Adam Sandler, eater of worlds. Mark Morford
Behold, dear humans, a bleak and terrible universe, wrapped around a dank, sadness-studded planet, all emitting an armpit reek so toxic it is like nothing you have ever known, and will never want to know again.
Does this universe look, upon first glance, shiny and lighthearted and fun? It is not. It is only darkness and self-hatred and pain.
Surely you know this already. You know, if you’re reading this column, or any column, all about this wretched world where women are one-dimensional harridans and males are soaked to the bone with sexism, homophobia, bloat, waste, bad beer, numb violence and callous regret, where flatulence and vomit jokes are king of the humor pile and a large deer urinating on your face while your impossibly beautiful wife screams in mock terror inside your tasteless bedroom one bright and shiny morning occurs very early in the movie, you know, just for laughs.
Do you know this world? This movie? This strange and sour man who makes it all happen? I think you do. You probably even know his name.
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