I have a distinct memory of the first time I found out who Adam Sandler was. I was sitting in a muggy, wood cabin at Herzl Camp in the middle of the Wisconsin wilderness with 10 other same-aged Jewish white children. One kid had a CD player hooked up to speakers and they were blaring an album called “They’re All Gonna Laugh At You.” This album had come out in 1993, which at this time must have been a good 3-4 years prior, but it didn’t matter. The comedy that was coming through those speakers was absolutely perfect for a 10 year old boy at summer camp.
I, like most guys my age, have grown up with the Sand-man. Shortly after hearing his comedy album, I saw his breakout movies, Billy Madison and Happy Gilmore. After that, Sandler movies became appointment viewing for most sleepovers and lazy Friday nights. Sandler’s movies at the time (and arguably now) imitated me. They were dumb, funny, and they were crass for the sake of being crass. They included scenes where Bob Barker was getting punched in the face for Christ’s sake!
I’ve grown up (again, arguable to the actual extent) since my days at Herzl. My fandom for Adam Sandler has become strictly nostalgic. The last Sandler “comedy” I saw in theaters was I Know Pronounce You Chuck and Larry back in 2007. Going through his IMDB page, I haven’t even seen his last 6 movies, theater or otherwise. And that’s okay. I’m not his target audience anymore.
And that’s precisely why I’m writing this blog.