Winging It

Rating: Null/10 (20 October 2006)

Of screenwriter George Wing the IMDb report that he spends months of outlining, telling his story to anyone who will listen, before actually writing anything. One wonders what kind of people Wing had listening and how many they were. One suspects very few and of limited cerebral franchise. One guesses most of these monologues were aimed at cold walls. Add to that the fact that this 'gem' was floating around years before it was picked up and you have something extraordinary, albeit not in a good way.
When Sandler's 'almost good' he's just about tolerable, but this is not talent in any sense of the word. Barrymore is sweet and as with The Wedding Singer (which far surpasses this turkey) she makes the movie by setting the tone.
No movie can run its full length without one or two gags that work, and this one doesn't fail there either, but as you're watching you're bound to ask yourself how many people wrote this schlock (it was only one) and how little contact they had with one another throughout the writing process and why oh why did the studio insist none of the writers be told what the others were writing about?
And as for suspension of disbelief - forget it. Any minute now this movie is going to redeem itself, you'll be thinking as you worm your way to the tortuous denouement. But it doesn't.