Shave 109 minutes off it and I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry could make a fine election-year campaign ad. But wow—those extra 109 minutes are brutal. This kind of smug, preachy, and mostly unfunny sloganeering—cleverly disguised as the must-see comedy of the summer!—is enough to fill you with a healthy dose of righteous indignation when it flickers across your screen for a few seconds at a time, when you're half-distracted anyway by refilling your soda before the second half of House. As a feature length film, it's simply dispiriting; it's telling that absurd and illogical leaps in the narrative are the least of the film's problems, what with everything else reeking of such utter vileness.
I said it was mostly unfunny; to clarify, there is precisely one actor in this whole sordid affair who, from time to time, reaches the level of Mildly Amusing. That's the great character actor Steve Buscemi—almost entirely wasted here, but his creepy pension inspector is the best thing here. And it's telling that he's the only person here whose humor comes from something other than perceived sexual orientation. Everyone else in the film serves either to act homosexually—playing it up for hypothetical laughs—or to make jokes about homosexuality.
Adam Sandler and Kevin James—both very talented in, you know, other movies—play the title characters, and inadvertently serve to expose both the film's absurdity and its hypocrisy. In the first half of the film, Sandler and James are two heterosexual firefighters—and not just heterosexual, but aggressively heterosexual. Sandler's Chuck is a womanizer who is seen romancing several lingerie-clad Hooters girls at the same time; James' Larry is a ...1