Paul Thomas Anderson, the would-be Altman without the madman-genius baggage getting in the way, has forever ruined Adam Sandler. No longer will Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore, Little Nicky, the Waterboy, Big Daddy--or whatever moronic icon he seems to be playing this week--again be allowed to grace the big screen by finally and furiously tearing it apart, shred by tiny shred. His temper tantrums will no longer amuse; his mania will no... More >>>