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Chuck and Larry: Equal-Opportunity Bashing


2:52 PM July 19th, 2007 by Aaron Mesh
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Chuck And LarryRest easy, gay people. I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry—that movie where Adam Sandler and Kevin James get married—is not just some tasteless exercise in homophobia. Far from it. It’s also an exercise in xenophobia, misogyny and relentless contempt for people with a functioning sense of humor.

It’s a movie where Rob Schneider plays a Japanese minister who laughs at a homeless wino: “Ooh, he bloke his reg!” It’s a movie where Sandler—in full Brooklyn goombah mode—describes himself and his ostensible partner as “paper faggots.” And it’s a movie that spends its last hour desperately faltering for an apology for all the offense it caused before, like a frat boy trying to talk his way out of a date-rape charge.

The best that can be said about Chuck and Larry is that it marks our entrance into an era where queers get the same treatment from the Happy Madison crowd that women and foreigners have been receiving for years: semi-fond abuse. “Gays and lesbians didn’t spend 40 years fighting for these rights to see them made a mockery of,” says the lawyer/sex kitten played by Jessica Biel. Well, it looks like they did. AARON MESH.

I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry is rated PG-13. It opens Friday at Pioneer Place, Lloyd Cinema, Lloyd Mall, Eastport, Division, Oak Grove, Bridgeport, Cedar Hills, Cornelius, Hilltop, Sandy, Sherwood, Wilsonville, Cinema 99, Cinetopia, City Center and Vancouver Plaza.

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