There are scenes in the surreally lazy, occasionally funny Pixels in which Sandler's face slips into the exact same weary, disgruntled expression he wears in Funny People.
Pixels is devoid of cynicism and it has a cheerfully cheesy vibe, and it's the kind of movie you'll forget about a week after seeing it.
Welcome to the End of the World, Adam Sandler-style.
This is a film in which a viewer can be forgiven for rooting for the old video game icons to annihilate humanity. God help us if the best savior we can muster is Sandler.
This is just a lot of chomp-chomp-chomp and point tallies wafting upward whenever something game-oriented is blown up.
Often fun and fanciful, though kids may not get the endless 1980s references.
Pixels is a movie without wit, without jokes, with nothing to say but plenty to regurgitate.
When one considers how good this material might have been if placed in the right hands, to see it squandered this way makes it almost more painful to view than the typical Sandler stinker.
Some movies are so interminable that it seems they might never end, while others are assembled with such indifference that you are essentially left waiting for them to start. "Pixels" somehow manages both.