To say that�That's My Boy�is a step up from the recent output of Adam Sandler and his company�Happy Madison Productions really is to suggest only that the film isn't likely to be screened as some sort of new�Guantanamo interrogation technique.�Jack and Jill, Zookeeper, Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star�— these movies aren't merely bad, they're sandpaper-on-skin excruciating, unfunny to the point of inspiring hostility toward whoever's chosen to make them. Sandler, once upon a time, was king of a winning kind of anarchic, gleeful stupidity —�Billy Madison�holds up so well (seriously, it does) because it feels like it's just every idiotic gag that he and his buddies could come up with while crowded around a table littered with bongs and beer cans, crammed into an hour and a half. These late features have an undercurrent of misanthropy — their silliness isn't inclusive, its confrontational and unpleasant, as if it was a chore to have to be bothered to actually make the movie in order to get everyone paid.
That's My Boy, which was directed by�Sean Anders (of�Sex Drive) from a script by�Happy Endings�creator David Caspe, isn't nearly as problematically hateful (with the exception of the introduction, which I'll get to later). It's a celebration of vintage '80s dirtbaggery, a beer-guzzling, bird-flipping rebuke to contemporary calorie-counting, omega male meekness that finds Sandler back in only somewhat worse-for-wear form as an agent of chaos. He plays�Donny Berger, an aging�Massachusetts�party boy (the phrase "wicked" gets a workout) whose onetime fame/infamy has faded along with his income until he finds himself facing three years in jail for failing to pay his taxes unless he can come up with $43,000 by next week. Donny's only got a few bucks to…
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