I think the people reviewing the movie Pixels went in with their “Adam Sandler hasn't really made a quality film since Punch Drunk Love” goggles on. Okay okay okay, calm your tits folks. Allow me to review your review: 1.) This is a movie about alien invaders that took on the form of early 80's video games. It isn't whatever angsty noir indie film you're pretending to like so you look smart to those one peoples that actually don't give one-and-three-quarters shits how truly witty you found the protagonist's plight; 2.) Most of the Adam Sandler long-ago classics that film critics champion in the wake of some of his recent flops really aren't of a considerably higher quality than Blended or Just Go With It... you're just older now and you refuse to laugh at screaming lines or poop and fart jokes anymore; 3.) You're still mad about Chris Farley's death so you don't accept Josh Gad or Kevin James as the plug-n-play overweight comedian that takes all the yelling tirade and slapstick pratfall roles in today's comedies.
So what have we learned? I'm not making that recently cliché argument that “you have to be willing to switch your brain off and just enjoy the movie.” What I will argue, however, is that if you hadn't married yourself to that Sandler Hate piece that I'm sure you wrote in advance so you could be the first one to post a blog, I think you'd have let yourself enjoy the fact that alien invasion plot is just as fair as the ones written for Mars Attacks, Signs, Paul (yeah, I know he wasn't invading us but I just love that flick) or even The Day the Earth Stood Still (or any of the millions of different genre movies that basically steal that exact same motive of if you aren't grateful enough I'll help you by killing you: Saw I-XV, Phone Booth, iRobot, Marvel's Ultron...). Once we've established that this is a Happy Madison Production about a war with aliens that took the form of vintage arcade characters, what's the sin that people are hating on? That you went into an (a) Adam Sandler movie about (b) video game aliens and (c) expected to be treated to existential conundrums or revelations like the ones Anne Hathaway's face brought you from Interstellar, you're the dumbass here, not Sandler, not Gad, not Dinklage, not Monaghan, not Chris Columbus. Also... stop being a snob and switch your brain off just a little bit; look we laugh at poop and fart jokes with our closest friends so let yourself remember you used to laugh at comedies written as such when you were a wee lass/lad.
If you haven't seen Pixels yet, I encourage you to go with the zeal of your younger self that wasn't spoiled yet with motion tracking video game consoles, and maybe think of how cool it is to see your yesteryear gaming counterparts friggin invading friggin Earth for crying out loud. It's not Shakespear. It's not even Wreck-it Ralph. But it's still fun. Visually impressive though nothing is really groundbreaking anymore. AND it's a cool creative concept (thank you, Patrick Jean!). AND the Sandler + Moneghan tandem have better chemistry than he had with Biel or Keri Russell or Beckinsale or Julie Bowen or Pete Sampras' wife or pretty much anyone save for Drew Barrymore.
If you have already seen Pixels, spending whatever dumb price movies are these days despite already knowing you hated That's My Boy, Jack & Jill and Grown-Ups 2, then my guess is that you hated it for what it wasn't comparable to instead of just letting it be what it was as you watched it. It wasn't “YOUR” Sandler movies from when you were a jackass high schooler OR you're holding it up against Guardians of the Galaxy or the Deadpool trailer you saw leaked after SDCC.
Verdict: Special effects were great. All parts of the story were well earned. I laughed more than I rolled my eyes or checked my phone to see how long I'd been sitting there. It was exactly what it was supposed to be.