My attitude towards "The Wedding Singer" has really taken a dive over the years. I remember when everyone was talking about it in high school, and it was pretty good. This was back when ironic gag-a-minute '80s humor was funny. Now, it just seems half-assed (a DeLorean rolls up playing the "Miami Vice" theme). There are still a couple of good laughs here and there: Jon Lovitz, the rapping granny, Frank Silvero), but the romcom formula is being played to the fullest here - two destined lovers kept apart by misunderstandings, miscommunications, etc. - and Sandler's this ridiculously sensitive milquetoast. Were it not so syrupy, this would be easier to stomach.
5/10
5/10