Even with 87.5 years to go, the 21st century may never see a stupider comedy than
After squishing around in such dubious PG-13-rated hits as "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry,"
Dad re-enters son's life for monetary reasons: If Donny (Sandler) can't come up with $43,000 fast, he's off to prison for tax evasion. "That's My Boy" sends Donny crashing headlong into his estranged son Todd's life of wealth, privilege and good taste waiting to be exploded, just as Samberg's character is about to marry the wrong woman.
The jokes that don't target obese people, Asian-Americans and other figures of amusement involve Sandler braying, or peeing, or masturbating, or milking the sort of pathos (Donny yearns for acceptance) that Sandler's ardent fans seem to like in their Sandler movies. Working from a script by David Caspe, fledgling director Sean Anders (who co-wrote the far more buoyant
The crowd at the preview screening of "That's My Boy" was unusually vocal, with cries of "Nooo!" and mutterings of "Wow" at each new gross-out attempt. What I didn't hear was much actual laughter. More so than
"I need a couple hours to fix this," Samberg cries at one point. Perilously close to two hours in length itself, "That's My Boy" leaves the world a coarser, meaner, more arrogant place than its makers found it. Bring back "Jack and Jill."
'That's My Boy' -- Zero stars
MPAA rating: R (for crude sexual content throughout, nudity, pervasive language and some drug use)
Running time: 1:56