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Anger Management
(Peter Segal, 2003)

Classification: Bad
Originally Published: Slush Factory, 4/18/03
If any team of actors is perfect for a comedic examination of rage, its Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholson, the stars of the new film Anger Management. Both have built successful careers out of bombastic screen personas, and you can see the traces of the past creeping around the edges of their new film - Jack employs that manic Joker laugh from Batman and when Sandler’s voices rises to its upper registers, you’d swear he was playing a professional golfer again. Unfortunately, despite Nicholson’s welcome presence, Anger Management is just another Sandler movie in his current cycle: he plays a flawed but big-hearted schlub who learns some lessons, yells frequently, breaks numerous items of varying degrees of fragility, and eventually earns his girl’s heart with an ending so feel-good it is probably against the law in strict countries like Iran or Canada.

Sandler’s character is Dave Buznik, which could be the name of a lost Woody Allen character. Buznik, in a twist for Sandler, is incapable of rage at the start of the film, when a series of unfortunate events on an airplane earns him the wrath of the American justice system and forces him into anger management therapy. The cure is overseen by Dr. Buddy Rydell (Nicholson), an oddball who leads a therapy group full of oddballs, including John Turturro and Luis Guzman in minor roles (And neither is all that good with the tiny bit of material they’re given to work with). Rydell’s unorthodox style includes pulling the hand break in Dave’s car as the pair drive over a bridge, nearly causing a massive rush hour traffic accident, and then forcing him to sing “I Feel Pretty” until he gets his anger under control. This is actually less funny than it sounds, and really, it doesn’t sound all that funny to begin with.

It seems that while Sandler has a good handle on what he’s doing and where his character is going, Nicholson’s approach is just to act so crazed that we’ll simply give in to his Buddy, laughing because he’s a nut acting nutty. Personally, I couldn’t wrap my head around what Buddy’s approach is, even as he claims Dave is making progress. If you’re confused as to why people are acting the way they do, well I was too. Eventually a twist ending (ANOTHER twist ending! Enough already!) “explains” the inconsistencies, but by that point, you’ve given up on anything but trying to laugh at the mostly lame comedy.

The leads do have a strong on-screen relationship, and you almost wish the two could get a better script - with a smarter character for Nicholson to play - and redo this whole mess. The concept is so strong, and the first fifteen minutes so well calibrated, that it’s extra disappointing when the rest of this lengthy comedy flails about like a fish out of water (and if you've ever watched that happen, you know it ain't funny). Eventually, Anger Management settles into place where everything feels recycled: even Dave’s apartment looks identical to the one Sandler had in Big Daddy. When Dave and Buddy beat up some Monks, you can really feel the desperation, even as Nicholson wrings some of the film’s biggest laughs through force of will alone.

If you haven’t seen 2002's Punch-Drunk Love yet, I'm going to reassert my recommendation for that most unusual and outstanding Adam Sandler film. In it, Sandler’s persona was turned on its ear, and writer-director P.T. Anderson turned this dopey looking schmoe into a comic hero worthy of a piece of cinema art (Nicholson's turn in About Schmidt was nothing to scoff at either). After the highs of their previous year, Anger Management feels like two men slumming for some cash (though the same could also be said of Marisa Tomei player Sandler’s girlfriend). Forget the anger part, maybe these guys just need better management.