In the run-up to yuletide, smalltown loser and boozer, Davey Stone, is put on probation and then forced to move in with overly optimistic, elderly basketball coach Whitey Duvall. Will Davey learn the true meaning of Christmas spirit? Well, whaddya reckon? Doh!
Adam Sandler once admitted that he makes movies primarily for himself and his friends. Well, Empire can only wonder how his friends will repay him after seeing 8 Crazy Nights. By avoiding him, probably.
Essentially a Sandler movie — central character with rage issues; oddball supporting characters; surreal edge — in animated form, at times 8 Crazy Nights threatens to be a balls-out piss-take of traditional animation. But Sandler and co. presumably lost their nerve (early sequences in which, for example, a reindeer licks a man covered in frozen shit soon give way to sentimental guff), while the ho-ho-ho factor is non-existent.
Factor in Nickelodeon-quality animation and astoundingly cynical product placement (in a cartoon, don’t forget), and you’ve got a movie that would depress even Santa.
File under ‘What the hell were they thinking?’. With this, and Mr. Deeds, Sandler’s pulled off quite the combo. Avoid like the plague.