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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 gravely-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 fathering their child. Years later he tries to mend fences with estranged son, Han Solo (Sandler heir apparent Andy Samberg), by crashing his wedding and hoping to borrowing $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. He even goes so far as depicting a returning soldier as a psychopathic homophobe. A genuine bit of hard-hitting social commentary coming from the Sandler camp? Nah! In the end, it's all a goof.

Sandler appears to be working his way through the cast of The Godfather. He took Pacino down with him in Jack and Jill and this time around James Caan co-stars as an anything buy sunny Irish priest with a floating accent. Can't wait to see what AS has in store for Talia Shire in Grown Ups 2. Additional condolences go out to Vanilla Ice and Tony Orlando who were probably looking to this as a way of reviving their careers.

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.

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