Review of That's My Boy (1951) by Trevor S — 18 Apr 2013
Was I crazy for once thinking Adam Sandler was funny? Has he just completely fallen off the face of the Earth as we know it? Or has he always been this lousy and I just refused to believe it?
Regardless, That's My Boy adds yet another disappointment to the ever growing list of failures on Sandler's filmography.
This go around offers nothing. All recycled Sandler knee slappers and raunchy one-liners that we have all heard thousands of times before. The character he plays is nothing more than a Bobby Boucher and Little Nikki mashup, which isn't as entertaining as it may sound.
And maybe worse of all, the film is like a cockroach -- it could probably survive a nuclear blast. You just want it to go away, but it won't. You want the credits to roll, but they don't. Then you grab the film case and desperately search for the runtime only to find, in your horror, that it last nearly two full hours.
Talk about beating a dead horse, and just piling on with the suffering it causes. Try to avoid this one if you can.
This review of That's My Boy (1951) was written by Trevor S on 18 Apr 2013.
That's My Boy has generally received mixed reviews.
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