In Los Angeles, Sandy Wexler, who is endowed manger but he is hapless in his job. Later his career begins to improve when he finds in the park, Courtney Clark, who is talented singer, with whom he fall in love.
Saying Sandy Wexler is the best film Adam Sandler has made or co-written in a long time isn't much of a compliment. Yet, this new Netflix comedy (if you can call it that) is one of the sweetest additions to his filmography.
Some of the things I dug most were the weird, playful touches that Sandler plays down here -- for example, his character's bedtime ritual of apologizing to clothes he hasn't worn in a while. Brilliant.
Though Sandy Wexler comes from a place of genuine affection, it feels oddly cruel. As depicted, Sandy isn't just oblivious, but borderline incompetent.
There's no reason why an Adam Sandler feature should run over two hours, especially one like "Sandy Wexler," where nothing actually happens outside of an extended impression of Wernick only a small group of Hollywood insiders are going to get.
