See Adam Sandler & Jennifer Aniston in bad romantic comedy? Just don't go with it

To describe "Just Go With It" as another failed romantic comedy would imply that at one time it wanted to succeed as romantic comedy.

I doubt that's true. Star Adam Sandler and collaborator/director Denis Dugan don't really care if they conform to rom-com standards and practices.

To Sandler Inc., "Just Go With It" is a forum for his freewheeling lowbrow brand (this movie makes "Little Fockers" look erudite), one that's increasingly unhinged from form and unregulated by taste.

It's either proof of civilization's decline or underappreciated Dadaist genius. The movie is part Stooges anarchy, part Beach Blanket Bingo absurdity, part Hollywood self-immolation - there are star cameos in this movie that shocked a preview audience into stunned silence. Always a good thing.

Sandler plays Danny Macabee, a skirt-chasing plastic surgeon whose schtick is to pretend that he's unhappily married.

Then he gets a crush on a young blonde (Brooklyn Decker, the new Malin Ackerman), drops the ruse and pursues her in earnest, until she finds his fake ring and figures him for a lying married guy.

This leads to an elaborate coverup. He pretends to be on the verge of divorce, and drafts his single office manager (Jennifer Aniston) and her two kids to pose as his soon-to-be-jettisoned family.

They all go to Hawaii for getting-to-know-you bonding, with comedian Nick Swardson along as a fake German suitor for Aniston's character.

Will Dr. Macabee win over the young blonde? Will he instead realize he's in love with his office manager? Will Aniston ever find a romantic comedy that works?

No one involved takes any of these questions seriously. "Just Go With It" isn't just a title, it's a filmmaking creed. The movie feels invented on the fly, and no gag is rejected - a boy with bowel problems poops on a guy's hand, another guy does a Heimlich maneuver on a sheep, a Grammy-winning singer picks up a coconut with butt muscles.

You admire the movie's willingness to go anywhere, do anything, until it actually goes there and does it, and then you wish it hadn't.

You can just go with it, but at these prices, I'd say don't go to it.

This thing has Redbox written all over it.

Produced by Jack Giarraputo, Heather Parry, Adam Sandler, directed by Denis Dugan, written by Allan Loeb, Timothy Dowling, I.A.L. Dimond, music by Rupert Gregson-Williams, distributed by Columbia Pictures.