It was like the joy of The Wedding Singer and Happy Gilmore combined with yet another great wig sitting there like a cherry on top of a gorgeous sundae.
Sandler is in full pandering Gen X nostalgia mode here, à la The Wedding Singer ; at worst this means an extended cameo for Vanilla Ice , but for all that, there is far more generosity of spirit and more dumb laffs in Sandler’s latest wicked pissah, a paean to let-it-all-hang-out party-guy sloppiness, than in the sterile, Glee-perky Rock of Ages.
In That’s My Boy, Adam Sandler brings it all together: The hot-for-teacher romance of Billy Madison, the ’80s nostalgia of The Wedding Singer, the class jabs of Happy Gilmore, the competing product placements, the horny grandmas, the random celebrity cameos and the attempts at ethnic humor that fall somewhere between offensive and a parody of offense.
All the things that make his previous worst efforts (I still quite like "The Wedding Singer" and "Anger Management") so hard to sit through.
Sporting a mullet wig that looks left over from “ The Wedding Singer ” and recycling his trademark accent -- an annoying hybrid of brain-damaged redneck and dirty old man -- he packs enough painful screen presence for three people.
If you like this, try: “Billy Madison” and “The Wedding Singer”…