Scott Marks 4:30 p.m., Dec. 5
That's My Boy
For years Adam Sandler has been threatening to remake several Jerry Lewis pictures. The closest he's come is borrowing the title of a 1951 Martin & Lewis picture for this insipid, deeply misogynistic excuse for a comedy.
Doing a gravelly-voiced, baby-talking variation on Al Pacino (complete with fright wig), Sandler stars as Donny, a beer-guzzling vulgarian whose major claim to fame is that his 8th grade science teacher went to prison for having their child. Years later, he tries to mend fences with his estranged son, Han Solo (Sandler heir apparent Andy Samberg), by crashing his wedding and hoping to borrow $43,000 to pay off the IRS. Expect the usual broad attempts at lampooning the rich, sudden bursts of physical violence one has grown tired of since first Sandler sucker-punched Bob Barker in Happy Gilmore, and old ladies telling "dick" jokes. Newcomer Sean Anders' "direction" leaves one pining for the Dennis Dugan touch. Is there anything even remotely amusing about That's My Boy? As is the custom, the biggest laughs in an Adam Sandler film come from cheap attempts at heartfelt pathos. 2012.
— Scott Marks
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