Martin Scorsese has said that the main problem with modern cinema is that filmmakers having nothing to say to their audience. This isn’t to infer that every time one makes a film that they have to explain the meaning of life, but rather to articulate something as simple as an emotion or idea. When a film lacks an objective, it ceases to be a film.

“Anger Management,” a hackneyed “opposites-attract-buddy-flick,” is the story of Dave Buznik (Adam Sandler), a man who has spent his entire life being bullied by others until one day he is sent to the eccentric Dr. Buddy Rydell (Jack Nicholson) for anger management classes. Strongly laden with uncouth sexual humor, asinine character conflict and an utterly insipid love story, “Anger Management” begs the question, why was this “film” ever made?

The obvious answer would be that studios have usurious business interests which must be maintained in order to run the industry.

“Anger Management’s” only redeeming values surfaced in cameo appearances by brilliant character actors, including Harry Dean Stanton and John Turturro, which added a much needed esoteric touch. Nevertheless, the obtuse nature of the “film” eradicated any hope of originality that the “film” may have had.