Itâs becoming increasingly clear that the world is going to shit and weâre all going to die, but first weâre going to go insane. 60% of the worldâs animal life has been wiped out since 1970, Trump wants to do away with birthright citizenship through an executive orderâŠ and that was just this morning. Every day I wake up thinking it canât get any worse and every day Twitter tells me how it has (incidentally, Twitter was caught ignoring threats from the mail bomberâs account and has made no substantive changes in this regard, though it is considering doing away with the like button).
What Iâm trying to say is, what a weird time for Adam Sandler to be funny again.
Like many of my generation, Iâve had a complicated relationship with Adam Sandler. I still remember exactly where I was when I heard Sandlerâs âThe Buffoonâ sketches from his comedy album âTheyâre All Gonna Laugh At Youâ for the first time, a memory so vivid youâd think it was the Kennedy assassination. I remember the circumstances of hearing âThe Buffoonâ better than I remember 9/11.
I remember it because Iâd never laughed that hard at a work of pop-culture before. I had one of those moments of clarity, where even as I was rolling on the floor like an idiot, I thought âWow, comedy can be like this?â
I donât know if I wouldâve grown up wanting to write jokes without Adam Sandler. Sure, maybe it was simply a matter of right place, right time; and sure, maybe playing a character whose backstory is âheâs a moronâ who screams about his grandmaâs bush and his hairy balls wasnât exactly a watershed moment in the annals of comedy. But everyone remembers their first, and Adam Sandler was mine. I continued to laugh with him through Billy Madison and Happy Gilmore, which werenât good, necessarily, but dumb in just the right way, transcending mere artistic considerations to become true cultural touchstones. His act started to get a little staler, as acts do, and somewhere around, I donât know, 50 First Dates, or maybe his multiple collaborations with Kevin James, I sort of gave up hope of ever really laughing at Adam Sandler in quite the same way ever again.
And that was fine. All good things eventually come to an end, no one can be funny forever, your first love eventually moves on and has kids with someone else and moves to a new town. Such is the way of things. I never blamed Sandler too much for it (okay maybe a little). He always seemed like he was having a good time dicking around with his buddies or making money for his kids even if he wasnât making stuff that I liked anymore. âShillsâ always seem happier than âartists,â anyway. Thatâs probably why we resent them so much.
I probably wouldnât have watched Sandlerâs new comedy special, 100% Fresh, if I hadnât heard multiple good recommendations. I didnât quite believe them, but what the hell, I thought, Iâd give it a shot.