In The Wedding Singer, Adam Sandler looks as if a small woodland creature has curled up and died on his head. It's '80s hair; and, I must say, it does bring that dearly departed decade bubbling up to the surface, as do the '80s hits that director Frank Coraci uses as a kind of musical wallpaper. I thought I'd heard the last of Boy George's "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me." And yet, here it is, sung over and over again by a guy in Sandler's wedding band who looks and sounds a lot like...Boy George. If the bride and groom haven't killed each other by the time he's done singing, they know they have a future.
Sandler plays a wedding singer who's left in the lurch at his own wedding when the bride-to-be fails to show up. (She suddenly realized she was marrying...a wedding singer.) Drew Barrymore is the wedding-reception waitress he really belongs with, but she herself is engaged to a piece of yuppie scum. Needless to say, they sort it all out, but the movie never really gets anything going, romantically or comedically. After a while, I grew tired of all the fat jokes and fag jokes and wished Sandler would sing more often. His voice is the musical equivalent of an '80s junk bond--worthless except for the crazed confidence he has in it.
