What a shame it was for the comics of the first decade of Saturday Night Live that there was ever such a thing as movies. First Dan Aykroyd, Gilda Radner and John Belushi proved their worth as sketch artists who could inhabit weird, endearing characters while running wild laps around them. Then they exiled themselves into big-screen junk where they looked forlorn and their talents were cramped. Ninety minutes of Doctor Detroit offered a lot less pure Aykroyd than five minutes of his Nixon on S.N.L.
Adam Sandler is of the new S.N.L. breed. His Cajun Man, Opera Man and the...