This is the Adam Sandler movie we've all been waiting for. Meaning, there are so many neat-o effects, fab-o supporting actors, and such an excellent talking dog that there are entire stretches of the movie during which Sandler--playing Nicky, Satan's stupid, hunchbacked son--is either not present or, because of a demonic speech impediment, can't be understood. The story: When Satan (Harvey Keitel!) decides not to turn over hell to the next generation, two of his sons--Adrian (Rhys Ifans) and Cassius (Tommy "Tiny" Lister Jr.)--zip up to Earth, thereby disrupting the natural order of things and threatening Dad's rule. Only their nimrod brother, Nicky, armed only with a magic flask, can save his dad and the world from the evil sons and Quentin Tarantino's recurring cameo as a chatty blind preacher (!). Once this loopy setup is set up, the movie charmingly disintegrates into a series of sporadically hilarious riffs. For a single admission, we get a really super hell that looks like a Slayer album cover, Michael McKean as a possessed police chief, Reese Witherspoon as a direct relative of God, (!), and, just as we all suspected, Ozzy Osbourne as our One True Savior.