“Punch-Drunk Love” is a movie where I’m apparently meant to laugh when I see Adam Sandler (“Happy Gilmore”, “Big Daddy”) smash windows and hit people in the face with a tire iron. It’s unpleasant, bizarre and virtually unwatchable.

In “Punch-Drunk Love”, Sandler stars as the psychologically troubled plunger salesman Barry Egan, who has seven sisters, and one day he decides to call a sex hotline. He then finds himself in a world of trouble when criminals acquire his details. It’s a film full of silent stretches followed by loud noises and a lot of long shots of people walking down hallways and shop aisles; it’s like watching paint dry.

Adam Sandler is one of the worst comedic actors ever. He’s as bad if not worse than the Wayans family (“Scary Movie”). Here he plays a guy who struggles to get his words out unless he’s making a threat. He threatens to smash a girl’s face as he’s making love to her (truly an inspired comedian and a great role model for the kids). Even when he’s just a producer, he destroys movies (look at “Master Of Disguise”). He isn’t funny when he’s violent and he isn’t funny when he tries to be nice. Emily Watson (“War Horse”) and Philip Seymour Hoffman (“Doubt”) are both here yet add nothing.

Sure, it isn’t as generic as the majority of Sandler’s pictures so I guess I can give it that much but it’s such a bad film that it’s pretty unbelievable. It’s awkward and lifeless; it’s not much better than staring at a blank wall. If you enjoy watching Sandler needlessly swear and smash things then you’ll get a kick out of this I’m sure. However, those of you who aren’t a fan of his work will probably want to avoid this film at all costs. The film is weird as I’ve said but it could have worked had they taken a more serious look at a man’s mind as he copes with having so many sisters but instead, it’s more concerned with having an unfunny man do unfunny things.