Zohan - a review
Everywhere you look these days there seems to be an advert for this film. You will notice that the name of the star is in almost as big a font as the name of the film. Adam Sandler. He co-wrote, co-directed, co-produced and starred in this film.
Maybe I’m too old, too “square”, or too mature to find this film funny. I reckon that the main reason I thought it was a steaming pile of horseshit was that I was unlucky enough to only be able to view the English language version. Because of this handicap I was able to fully understand the dialogue. Though the visuals would have annoyed me even if I had seen the Uzbekistani version.
A brief plot synopsis:
Our hero is an Israeli commando. He wants to be a hairdresser. He fakes his death. He goes to the US. He can only get a job in a salon owned by a beautiful Arab girl. He flatters older women. He becomes successful. Baddies want the building to flatten it for a new mall. Our hero thwarts the baddie, simultaneously uniting the Jews and Arabs.
There was one point in this film that had me standing up, cheering and weeping tears of joy. The end credits. This really is a dire film. It revolves around three central themes:
Israelis eat a lot of Humus.
Zohan is a great lover.
Adam Sandler loves himself.
There is one saving grace – lots of pneumatic women in small bikinis. That’s it. There’s a lot of it, but that’s still it.
Please save your money folks. Put it to better use. Somewhere out there is a sycophantic “critic” who has told Mr Sandler he is funny. Let’s club together and buy him a set of balls.
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