Saving Silverman (review)

Or The Adventures of Adam Sandler’s Younger Brother. Is it just me, or does piefucker Jason Biggs look like a younger, even blander version of the King of Dorks? Biggs digs himself even deeper into a Sandler-brand morass of pain-and-humiliation comedy with this relentlessly juvenile, thoroughly witless excuse for a movie. How hopeless a pushover loser is Darren Silverman (Biggs)? He was a cheerleader in high school, for the love of pete, and now he calls bingo numbers at the local nursing home for a living. For absolutely no reason whatsoever, maneater Judith (Amanda Peet: The Whole Nine Yards) latches onto Darren, becoming the controlling, dominating force in his life in the jumpcut between their awkward first meeting and his plea for sex six weeks later. If he’s not even getting laid, why on Earth would he put up with a woman who demands he never see his best buddies — Wayne (Steve Zahn: Happy, Texas) and J.D. (Jack Black: Bob Roberts) — again? Wayne and J.D.’s attempts to rescue the poor idiot from Superbitch were seemingly plotted by Comedy Generator for Windows 2000: throw in naughty nuns, dick jokes, disgusting stereotypes (gays, Asians), naked old people, physical pain, injury to animals, and some human excrement, and you’re set. Black keeps his hand on his crotch throughout the entire film and treats us to butt crack; Peet is making a career of attempting to prove that the point of female sexual aggression is to humiliate men. Fear of sex, fear of women, fear of anything beyond hanging out with the guys — that’s all Saving Silverman is concerned with, and not only is it not funny, it’s pathetically sad.