There was a time when an Adam Sandler movie was mostly greeted with anticipation. Happy Gilmore, Big Daddy, and even The Waterboy may not exactly be classics, but they seemed fresh, and we at least got the sense that Sandler was trying his best. That’s My Boy feels like nothing more than a mindless cash grab. It’s a film you’ll have to be a diehard Sandler fan to enjoy, and even that may not be enough.
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