2012 Running time: 90 Certificate: pg Not yet rated


Adam Sandler finds his feminine side in this fan-pleasingly broad comedy where he plays both a regular guy and his high-maintenance sister. Los Angeles advertising exec Jack Sadelstein seems to have the perfect life with a perfect wife and kids. However, there's one annual diary fixture he dreads - the Thanksgiving visit of his passive-aggressive identical twin sister Jill. This year it gets worse when Al Pacino - yep, that's right - falls for Jill's, er, singular charms.


  • Dennis Dugan


  • Adam Sandler

  • Al Pacino

  • Katie Holmes


In recent years the cross-dressing comedy genre has become the preserve of once famous comic actors who are now writhing in the death throes of their silver screen careers.

Now following in the size eleven stiletto footsteps of Eddie Murphy (The Nutty Professor) and Martin Lawrence (Big Momma's House) is Adam Sandler, who scrapes the bottom of the barrel in so-called 'comedy' Jack & Jill.

In a month when multiplexes are crammed full of Oscar tipped flicks, Sandler's latest offering feels like it's been fly-tipped onto the screen.

The action revolves around Jack (Sandler), a successful advertising executive who lives in Los Angeles with his beautiful wife (a dead-behind-the-eyes Katie Holmes) and kids.

But Jack's life is turned upside down when his passive-aggressive twin Jill (Sandler complete with wig, high-pitched voice and fake breasts) moves into town for a few weeks and turns his life upside down.

Hilarity is supposed to ensue. Needless to say it doesn't.

Given the downward trajectory of his career of late, it's no surprise to see Sandler gurn his way through the film like a man passing a kidney stone.

But the real shock here is in the supporting cast that he's managed to assemble for this insult to audience intelligence; particularly Al Pacino who's appearance here is simply baffling. In the film Al plays himself; or rather a version of himself whose just had a nervous breakdown, which might go some way to explain his appearance.

He's truly awful and the fact that a once great actor has been reduced to gnawing away at the scenery in such catastrophically dire fare is a horrible sight to see.

At one point in the film midway through attempting to seduce a bedragged Sandler, Pacino says that he's "lost". It's hard not to agree with him and a scene where Pacino, in full period costume, pokes a ceiling fan with a spear is possibly the lowest moment in my cinema-going existence.

He's not the only one at fault here though. There's a smorgasbord of celebrity cameos from John McEnroe to Rob Schneider peppered throughout the film.

Even Johnny Depp, whom you imagine Sandler must be blackmailing with incriminating photos, makes an altogether embarrassing appearance in a film that even the lowest common denominator would feel awkward seeing.

The familiar faces are there of course to distract us from the source material. Sadly it doesn't work. There are jokes about Indians HA! Mexicans HA! HA! Diarrhoea HA! HA! HA!

And when Sandler runs out of stereotypes to sling at the screen, he reverts to using made up words for large portions of the film.

Even the supposedly touching finale is performed almost entirely in a form of childish gobbledygook which surprisingly does justice to a script which sounds like it was scrawled in crayon in the first place. In short, it's a truly awful experience; an early contender for worst film of the year, if not the decade. Avoid it at all costs.

But if you really do insist on wasting your money, why not go to your nearest hardware store, exchange your admission fee for a pot of emulsion, and watch that dry instead? It will be far more rewarding.