Anyone catch Adam Sandler hosting Letterman last night? Seems the gap-toothed couch jockey came down with the flu and lead guest Sandler, who was already booked to promote his new post-9/11 traumedy Reign Over Me, was asked to step up.
Now, I missed the opening monologue - Letterman is hardly on my late-night viewing schedule (I'd rather watch any one of the eight episodes of Love Monkey in constant rotation over on MuchMoreMusic) - so I have no idea what Sandler's schtick consisted of. Whiny faux-idiocy, most likely. And his suit? About two sizes two big, it looked, and very shiny. He seemed lost within it, as he does whenever he tries to tackle anything of a more serious nature (more serious than Happy Gilmore, I mean).
When I flicked past he was chatting with an ugly dog - his pet, apparently - that seemed as disinterested in the talkshow proceedings as I was. But I did stick around long enough to see him sing a duet with Reign Over Me co-star Don Cheadle (Letterman's puke-fest providing a serendipitous bit of extreme movie shilling; granted, I'm one of the few who thinks Reign Over Me looks like it could be pretty decent, despite Sandler's Bob Dylan 'do circa Blond On Blonde).
Anyway, back to that duet, a humorously heartfelt rendition of Lionel Richie and Diana Ross's Endless Love.
Later, Sandler was joined by hottie racecar driver Danica Patrick. She used to race for the team owned by Letterman but jumped ship. In a moment that made me glad for Sandler's presence instead of Letterman's, he got her to admit she switched teams because they courted her with chocolates and flowers and expensive dinners (and likely a bigger pay cheque). It's highly unlikely Letterman would have gone down that path.
After the racing lady left I got bored and continued my flippage. But I'll tune in tonight on the off chance Letterman is still out sick and another guest is called up from the minors.